If you follow my blog, you may have read where I lost part of my memories of my childhood.
Oddly enough, I just had one pop back into my head and felt the need to share it.
I imagine it was around ages 8 to 11 I lived in Detroit, just south of 8 Mile road. I remember going to a Catholic school because my mom was afraid to have me in public schools. At those schools I was still one of 6 white kids at the whole school and it went from elementary school to middle school. 4 boys and 2 girls.
I got harassed daily at school. Walking home. I took a job as a paper delivery boy with a wagon and got into many fights. Of which I remember being so angry that I was picked to fight because of the color of my skin I won every fight.
I wasn’t white, not really. So I only partially fit in there. But I definitely was not black.
This all just came flooding back like the fights were yesterday. The harassment of it all.
I know there will always be different races, colors, religions, but to use an overused quote, “Can’t we all just get along?”
If I have lived my life without a color barrier even after events like this, than anyone can.
Love those around you. Let the barriers down and the walls will eventually crumble.