Bobbie
Virginia Beach, VA
I have so many confused thoughts about race. If everyone around me is white, and I’m white, what else should I be used to? The first time I saw a black adult, I felt the same as I think you would feel if you saw a green or blue person. I watched her, wondering if she would talk and act the same way “normal” people did. And I was shocked that she did. And black is associated with everything bad. Black eyes, black death, black heart – how could racism possibly ever end?
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