Back in the 80s my best friend was a girl called Latisha. I’m white, Latisha is black. Close interracial friendships were not that common back then but we always got on like a house on fire – Latisha had a quick, wicked sense of humour, and we were equally warmly welcomed in each other’s homes.
I kind of knew that Latisha’s parents were much stricter with her than mine generally were with me, although she got embarrassed talking about discipline and would only admit that she got spanked occasionally, but offering no details.