![]() It was a terrible shock for me to realize that others were hated or thought inferior simply because of the color of their skin. ![]() It wasn’t until I was nine or ten that I began to understand what it was. Growing up in the South, racism was (and still is) all around me. He was just a boy going to school for the first time, the same as me. I do clearly remember being curious about why his skin color was so different from mine when I first saw him, but only for a little while before I shrugged it off and decided it didn’t matter. And I didn’t think it was upsetting to have an African-American boy in my class. I didn’t know that in the not-so-distant past there were places African-Americans were not allowed to go, things they were not allowed to do. I never saw the ‘whites only’ and ‘colored only’ signs once displayed everywhere in the South. ![]() ![]() By the time I started going to school, legally enforced segregation was a thing of the past. ![]()
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