Boca Raton, FL.
I did not even know about prejudice until Martin Luther King was killed and I was in my best friend apt baking cookies. Her mother wailed and when I left I was surrounded by people who wanted to hurt me. Her mom took me home. I never hated anyone for trying to hurt me. I was 9. I did not understand what was happening. My parents never infused hate or prejudice in otlr to me. I hate the hate that we all live with.