Wanted to be a black teenager

Weaver-High-1975Elizabeth Hess,
New Haven, CT.

That photo is the end paper of my yearbook, Weaver High School, Hartford, Connecticut, 1975. I was one of about 15 white kids in a huge city school. I loved the laughter in the hallways, the treasured friendships, the “take me as I am-ness” of the classmates I most wanted to sit next to. I was brave and outspoken by association, happy to be a part of a community made up of the coolest kids on the planet.


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