Maybe I need to display more about myself, in my signature and avatar, but I would hope that anyone curious about me, and wants to know who I really
am, would just simply click my profile, and then review my posting history, I believe there is enough in that body of work to show who I really am.
I spent most of my 42 years of life living in the south. I have seen acts of racism that would make any person with common decency fill with extreme
rage and anger over such treatment of fellow human beings.
When I was first relocated to the south I was only 11 years old, it was a different world, completely, a world full of racial bigotry. I couldn't
believe the things I would hear people say about black people, inside it was tearing me apart. yet after being around family and friends over time I
became immune to it, I just didn't hear it anymore, or ignored it... and that is the worst crime I have committed in my life.
That all changed when I was 13, a black family moved in next door to us (Father, Stepmother, and me) they had a son my age, and they had moved there
from Chicago, in a very short time I became a friend of that neighbor boy, and over the next summer we became best friends. We rode our bikes
everywhere together, fished in the creek, played basketball, all the things that boys do. We were best friends.
After the summer break, we went to school together, and it didn't take long, in time I was an outcast, I was called the N word, but with the word
lover at the end.. and there were worse things that happened, all because my neighbor and best friend was black. It was one of the worst times of my
life. I knew there was no way I was going to lose my best friend over the insanity of racism, and the fact that I was considered white and he black.
In time we were left alone and that was fine, at least we had each other at school. but no one else would speak to us, even teachers who were racists
would tell me things like. "you should stick with people of your own color here"
I learned a lot in that episode of my life... But I kept a good friend, and have great memories! In time my father and step mother warmed up to my
friend's parents and they became friends as well, we had barbecues in the back yards together, they (parents) played cards etc... It was great! All
of us (both families) even went to the state fair together, out to eat occasionally. And my father the day my best friend's family moved in, cursed
the fact that a black family was moving in next door.
I know later he had to feel bad about saying that, because my friend's dad, and my dad
became friends as well. They both went golfing together, and guess what? they had a similar experience as my friend and I did in school. It opened my
father's eyes, and until the day my father died, I know he fought to forget his own racist ways in his life, that was before he met and became
friends with those neighbors of ours.
Over the many years we've kept in touch.. and though a lot less frequent now, we still exchange letters. I will never forget those tough learning
years of my life, and I can only hope that the days like that for today's youth are gone. But I'm still seeing a lot of racism in the south
particularly. I will never understand it. I want to believe that the human race can find a way to rise above this form insanity known as racism.
We are all brothers and sisters, no matter what color your skin is.
[edit on 12-4-2007 by UM_Gazz]