My First Hero
In my youth, I was consciously aware of the Black and white divide by living in a predominately white middle to low-income neighborhood. Have I been called a “nigger” in this environment? Yes. I have two distinct memories as a child under the age of 8 years old being called “nigger” by little chubby white girl with red hair, Susie. And by the way, she was the same age as me. Just saying!
Moving forward to the civil rights movement, I was a young teenager who didn’t really believe in turning the other cheek but I wasn’t for violence meeting with more violence. My eyes were opened to the country I lived in by Dick Gregory. His cowboy analogy, I cleaned house by. “When mother America forgets ….”, “ … the cowboy always needs an Indian” and “… history repeats itself and 4 lay dead…” Awesome man, comedian, and activist.