vaguely replied” yes yes I’m coming.” As Papa drove Mother, my two brothers and myself to the part of town where the rally was being held, wild thoughts raced through my mind. “I wish I vaguely replied” yes yes I’m coming.” As Papa drove Mother, my two brothers and myself to the part of town where the rally was being held, wild thoughts raced through my mind. “I wish I could be like them.”Maybe my mind and attitude will change once I get a feel of the atmosphere at the rally. But sadly nothing changed. As I stood in between thousands of protest supporters yelling racial abuses, I felt like a rose among a thousand thorns.
Like a Jew among a thousand Nazis, more specifically, I felt like a black girl among thousands of racist white Americans. But reality remained still. I wasn’t black, I was a white girl trapped with an innocent black heart! I looked around and noticed the world had no room for people like me. Sadly, my resolution was to close my eyes and wonder when all the hate will end. could be like them.”Maybe my mind and attitude will change once I get a feel of the atmosphere at the rally. But sadly nothing changed.
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As I stood in between thousands of protest supporters yelling racial abuses, I felt like a rose among a thousand thorns. Like a Jew among a thousand Nazis, more specifically, I felt like a black girl among thousands of racist white Americans. But reality remained still. I wasn’t black, I was a white girl trapped with an innocent black heart! I looked around and noticed the world had no room for people like me. Sadly, my resolution was to close my eyes and wonder when all the hate will end.
As I look into the mirror, I can’t figure out who I. I never imagined how ordinary people and they probably don’t like me because of what my people have put them through. Where do I belong? Everyday, ever so eternally, I’m forced to position myself in a battlefield. The battlefield consisting of the White People Vs the Black People. It was a patchy Sunday morning when all my senses of pride, dignity and belonging were put to the test. Mother told me that the Mississippi community was holding a rally down town concerning the “other evil race.” As I stood there motionless she gave me all the details of how the day was planned.
It was then as though a sharp knife had hit me straight in the heart when she blurted out the words that I dreaded to hear. “Are you coming?” I thought for a second. I wanted to scream from the bottom of my lungs.
