Reply #11: I'm not a Southern white but, [View All]

[mandyky]

I think when I realized there was racism and did not want to be on the "bad" side was when I sat next to a black migrant worker's child Darlene, my name is Marlene and the teacher constantly confused us, so we became friends. Out on the playground my cousins were yelling at us, "wanna play cowboys and niggers?" - and I was so offended and disgusted, that I played with the migrant kids even more. It got real lonely for me when they moved on, and I was left alone at recess. Life sucks sometimes, but I often wonder where Darlene and my recess buddies are, and hope they made it okay.

PS I was 7 or 8 years old when the C& N crap happened.

PPS I was raised in upstate NY and our little town had ONE malotto family. This incident happened when we moved into the Central NY/ Mohawk valley part of NY, for one year.