Ghostwriter
I think perhaps I have been sheltered from many hateful experiences. I am not certain I have been sheltered on purpose. I grew up in times when you typically got most of your news in the paper and where I lived it was local. There were basically two races where I lived. You were Native American or White (and could be from almost anywhere). I knew there were black people and I knew they didn’t live where I did.
I didn’t question it. I always believed that people who didn’t like cold weather and snow would never live where I did. At the tender age of 6, I asked Mom to put this in my journal. “I think black people must not like snow because no black people live here. I hope someday a black person gets to build a snowman.”
Today I saw the picture on the right and realized that I had never even heard of this. I don’t think we ever covered any of this in school either. I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing, it just is. I am sorry that there were things like that happened and I assume still do. I am grateful I have never had to see it. It’s sad.
It is rather sad. We had very few black people, or any other race besides white where I grew up. But as I got older I began to see the real world. Many of my friends were not white.