I am a part of every body

Monica Mary Maul,
Lakebay, WA

I grew up in the central area of Seattle 1958 through the 1990’s. And my friends were of many skin colors and none of this mattered to me. I was a child who did not know about segregation, prejudice or color fear. The one’s I were fearful later in life were those ignorant white people who were outside my neighborhood of origin. I still have a feeling about ‘them’ today. So, I am white but I am not ‘white’ inside. I am a lot of different colors inside and I like it that way. This is how my mom planned it, living in the CD. I thank her for this.


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