My coach was a black woman.

Anonymous,
Montgomery, TX

Diane Nappier was raised in Hartford Connecticut and came to the mostly white community of Suffield, Connecticut in 1974 to teach physical education and coach basketball and track and field. We, as her students, never thought of her as a black woman, we never really cared about her race. She coached us, pushed us and taught us how we could achieve more by dedication, hard work and practice. Her lessons have stayed with her students throughout our lives. Sadly, she passed away from cancer from 2002 but she lives on in our hearts and memories. We love her to this day. Race has nothing to do with this. I guess my point is, we need to relearn how to appreciate people for who they are and what they bring to others. I’m not sure the “racial divide” genuinely happens with real people in real relationships. Let’s put aside the excuse of the “racial divide” and bring value to others and learn to love again.


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