WHEN I WAS GROWING UP, 1960S TO 70S, I KNEW MORE ABOUT CHINESE AND INDIA CULTURES, THAN THE BLACK SUBCULTURE. rACE RIOTS AND ANIMOSITY WAS UPFRONT AND FEARFUL THEN. BUT ONE BLACK KID REACHED OUT TO ME.
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Last evening I listened to a black sportscaster and a black minister talk about the current problems in our society. They shared some of the experiences they had when they were growing up and I realized something: “I know that I don’t know what it is like to be black growing up in our society.”
Mind you, I have had black friends and have interacted with many on a personal level. My father hired a black woman to take care of us when we were teenagers. He ordered Ebony magazine and had us read it so we could have an understanding of their culture. As a teenager, I protested outside of an establishment that wouldn’t allow blacks to be members. All that said, knowing about them and even knowing them has still not given me a true understanding of what their experience has been…
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