by Susan C. Green
& Robin J. Phillips
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My parents, a black American airman and a young white woman from Liverpool, married when their union was legally banned in many U.S. states.
My wife and I married when our love was also considered legally wrong in many U.S. states, including in Arizona where we lived.
- KJZZ interview: Marriage Battles As Family Tradition: 2 Generations Struggle For Equality
- The Advocate (excerpt): Fighting for Marriage Rights Is in This Woman’s DNA
- NPR: Fighting For The Right To Marry, A Family Tradition
- Mixed Race Studies: The Marriage Battle: A Family Tradition, A Memoir
- The Daily Beast: HISTORY LESSON My Parents’ Interracial Marriage Taught Me How To Fight For My Same-Sex Love
- The Tennessean: Celebrating Valentine’s Day and a legacy of love
- The Star, South Africa: A Love Story That Spans 50 Years, Two Generations
This book tells the stories of four people who just wanted to be married. It’s the story of a family tradition and personal spirits that meant all of us chose love over convention.
This memoir is a journey from the late 1950s to today, nearly 60 years on. Many things have changed. Mixed race and same-sex marriages are no longer banned in the United States.
But we all know how volatile race issues are right now in America, and the rhetoric can quickly become just as concerning when it comes to issues affecting the LGBT community. Some say it feels like civil rights are once again under attack.
This new book tells a tale of parallel love affairs and civil rights struggles in one family. Two journeys of love, laughter, excitement about acceptance and fear of backlash.
The Marriage Battle: A Family Tradition is a very American tale about race and gender and love and marriage.
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The Marriage Battle:
A Family Tradition
“It is my parents’ battle to marry that led me to my own moment to take a stand for love. Their devotion and commitment, no matter what the challenge, set me on my own journey, a journey that runs parallel to theirs. I had heard my parents’ stories over the years. I’ve been witness to some of the struggles and heard whispered words about the difficulties confronting a white woman and black man in love in America. And while they might have wanted to strike back with angry words, they just kept holding each other’s hand and walked with their heads held high.”