Thursday, 5 November 2009
07:35:13 PM (GMT)
This takes place during the whole racism thing, AFTER slaveryy. MARTIN LUTHER KING
JR. TIME PERIOD LOL.
"I don't want you associating with ANY of those colored children, you understand me?"
momma asked in a stern voice which meant buisness. "Yes ma'm." I replied. "Good, now
go get ready for bed." Momma told me. The next day was the first day of school and
new kids, or colored kids were going to be coming to our school. When we found out
during the summer, momma threw a fit. She said they weren't like us, she said they
didn't belong, she even said they need to go back where they came from. I'm going
into 5th grade. I got on my pajamas and hopped into bed. I fell asleep thinking about
what colored people were like. Momma said they were different and not like us. But
they are just people. Just different colored skin. Does that really make a person
different from someone else? Momma always told me "don't judge a book by it's cover."
but now look. She's going against her own advice. And I thought this was rude, this
was going to be a very difficult school year.