The Colobar in White Churches

My father had lapses of faith because he found it hard to cope with life's adversities without taking a nip of gin and hanging out with the blues people. My mother monitored him closely and Macedonia readily received him back into the community of the faithful as often as he publicly repented. But what puzzled me most during my childhood about the religion of Jesus were not the tensions between Saturday night and Sunday morning and in black life, but rather the conspicuous presence of the colabar in white churches. Now what kind of Christianity is it that preaches love and practices segregation?