
It was also hard growing up white. I was bussed to a
inner city school and it was hell. I had one math teacher
and every year he showed the movie "Roots".
All 12 parts of it and being the only white kid in the room I gotta tell you that was awkward. Not to mention unnecessary he was a damn math teacher and as important as that film is I don't remember Kunta ever cracking open an algebra book. Then again it was an inner city school so we hardly ever cracked one open either...
All 12 parts of it and being the only white kid in the room I gotta tell you that was awkward. Not to mention unnecessary he was a damn math teacher and as important as that film is I don't remember Kunta ever cracking open an algebra book. Then again it was an inner city school so we hardly ever cracked one open either...
Needless to say I got beat up alot and it sucked
because it was because of my race and I don't support the sadistic things my
race has done. Not one bit. but did that stop me from getting beat down because
of it? Hell no. I dreaded class breaks. The bell was like a fight ring bell.
I'd try to run to the next class but Ive always been heavy and not much of a
runner so that hardly ever worked.

Damn the man!
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