I wanted to be part of the black culture around me because I could see the tight family ties they had. I was bullied by the kids I wanted to connect with. I remember when the first black family moved into the neighborhood. I was shocked by the comments I heard from the neighbors. I could not understand why the new family was judged by their skin color. They had done nothing wrong.
But has anyone asked me how I feel before they assume I am a black hater?
No. I am me and you are you. No color, no sex, no culture, no size, no religion, no class. Using our brains and not what media or what “history” tells us, to learn more about the person in front of us. We might even make a new friend.