Or, when something was repaired with baling wire and duct tape it was “..... - rigged”.
We grew up in a different time… a different environment. There were no people of color in my home town. Now and then, railroad crews would come through town and those crews would be made up of Native Americans. We would be scared to death until they left town. We shopped and doctored in Junction City. When there, we would see people of color and it was “okay” because they lived there and not in “our” town. In 1967, shortly after my wife and I were married, we moved to Junction City and enjoyed friendships with a quite diverse group of neighbors and co-workers. Will never forget one black work associate. Sgt. Walker told me, “You’d never allow a black in your home!” I told him, “Come on over. You’ll be more than welcome!” He showed up at our front door. We invited him in. He and I joked for weeks about how he was the “first”!!!
Later, we were foster parents to many children of diverse ethnicities. My wife brought many newborns home from the hospital that we kept until adoptive homes could be found. We never thought twice about opening our home to children of other races.
Archie Bunker was not an anomoly. His portrayal of a bigoted racist was entirely too close to a truthful picture of many of those we grew up with… and, perhaps ourselves if we wanted to admit it!!