25 December 2020

Published December 23, 2020 by rochellewisoff



Whatever holiday you celebrate or don’t at this time of year I wish you a season of peace and joy.

Shalom, Rochelle

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PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


“Gonna to be the best Christmas ever.” Mildred wrapped the last of the children’s presents. “I was beginning to fear hope was gone.”

She would never forget that night nine years ago. Beside Richard, she woke to a blinding flashlight and a gruff voice. “Whatcha think you’re doin’?”

She pointed to the District of Columbia marriage license on the wall. “I’m his wife.”

“Not here you ain’t.” The Caroline County sheriff snarled. “Here it’s illegal for white to marry colored.”

“Thanks to the U.S. Supreme Court,” Richard Loving circled his arms around Mildred and kissed her, “I can love my wife.”





81 comments on “25 December 2020

  • It just blows the mind that such hateful laws were still on the books such a short time ago. And that some of the hatreds still exist. ‘Tis the season for peace on earth and goodwill to men (and women). Hopefully that sentiment lasts the entire year so these hatreds will become 100% in the past.

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    How serendipitous their last name is Loving, don’t you think? And, while there is still so much to be done, their win was a first (oh so late) step in the right direction.

    Love is love is love… Beautifully done, as per!

    Happy Christnukkah!


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  • It’s hard to believe this was 1967. For some of us, that wasn’t so long ago. I was already 2 years into my Naval career and was stationed on an Aircraft Carrier out of Norfolk Virginia. We had many different races on our ship and I wasn’t aware of a race problem at that time. We had Filipinos, Hispanics, Afro-Americans & some I wasn’t aware of, working, living and playing hard right beside each other. No problems. Although times are better now, there is still plenty of room for change. I wish we could all could live, work & play as we did back then. Good, eye opening story M’Luv.

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  • Dear Rochelle,
    Your stories always remind me of what we share in our humanity, whatever race or creed, the good, the bad and the ugly, and that the darkness has not overcome the light: a wondrous truth!

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  • :::smh::: Can you imagine waking up with a flashlight shining in your eyes and being jailed for being married to what the state has deemed the “wrong” person? The grace with which these two faced the cameras of the public is staggering. God Bless Them.

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  • Coincidentally, I just saw a trailer for a movie about this. I don’t know if it’s specifically about this couple, but it seems likely. It’s in my queue. Now, I’m more interested in watching it.

    The whole concept of race frustrates me. Its sole purpose is to make some feel superior and others inferior. If we could just lose the concept, which is a human construct for labeling and categorizing, and exist as the human race, the world would be a much better place.

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    • Dear Nobbin,

      The movie Loving is based on this case. It’s the reason I wrote this story. After watching the movie I watched the documentary on which it was based. Both were wealth worth the time.

      As far as I can tell, I don’t see that one race has superiority over another. There are amazingly gifted people in all shapes, sizes and colors. I so wish we could appreciate each other for our differences and similarities.

      Thank you for reading and leaving such wonderful comments.



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    • Dear Brenda,

      It is mind-boggling in a country where we are constitutionally all created equal that there would’ve been a “racial integrity act?” Doesn’t sound like integrity to me. I’m hoping for a better future. Thank you. Merry Christmas.



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  • Happy holidays, Rochelle. What a great piece and it just goes to show that there is progress. Things go from being unthinkable to commonplace within a few decades and we don’t even think about them again until you read stories like this. You wrote it wonderfully, as always. 🙂

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  • I really enjoyed your reading of the story. YOu’re so good too! To think it wasn’t that long ago that interracial marriages were illegal. I don’t think racism will ever truly end, but we can continue to make progress and hopefully the next generations will be better.

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    • Dear Fatima,

      I fear that as long as there are humans there will be racism. I’m glad racial marriages are more commonplace than they once were. A person should be able to love and marry whomsoever they please. Thank you so much for your kind and affirming words.

      Shalom and happy holidays,



    • Dear Adele,

      I never saw the Timothy Hutton movie but I did see the most recent one and the documentary on which it was based. Such a touching story. All the Lovings wanted was to be left alone to love each other. I’m glad their story had a happy ending. Would that we could eradicate racism and be done with it. To see a person for the human soul he or she is. And I could go on forever. Thank you.

      Shalom and Merry Christmas,


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  • Merry Christ-mass, Rochelle & Family. We have a skiff of snow here this blessed morn. I often wonder how life would be if I had been able to marry the wonderful gentleman that family forced me to walk away from. Today, he is a very successful business man with all that goes with that success. He’s still unmarried. We’re still friends and speak often. I will always have a place in my heart for him, my Miche. The family that so opposed him and tortured me for not seeing his color but his heart are all dead, now. He’s often said I’ll always have a place with him if/when my hubby passes. It’s a thought, for sure. I loved this story of yours and often wish I had been strong enough to follow my heart back then.

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