I started out my high school education in a very nice private catholic high school. But knowing my tendency to destroy everything that is good for me I ended up going to 7 different high schools in the Greater Milwaukee area before I got the chance to graduate. During all these transitional periods I got a chance to see how in the catholic school blacks were the minority and in the public schools blacks were the majority. I went to 3 public charter schools which were very dangerous and I definetly was 1 out of 3 white people in one of those schools. The color of the skin has nothing to do with a person's nature... their environment, mental status, rationale, community, family, and morals shape the behavior of a certain individual. It just so happened that at this school I went to called "Project STAY" it was a highly concentrated with african-american males. My whole life I have integrated well with different races and I have always gotten along even with the most unreasonable people sometimes. But some of the people in this school were not their to learn at all and would do anything to leave. One set of brass knuckles and a dented jaw with a trip to the hospital later, ceased my existence at the school. I couldn't return to the school because the teachers thought it was too dangerous because I was white..too white...and that my life was in danger because of of the jail-time and extended parole that resulted with the other students due to my beating. Lol. What bummed me out the most was being a segregated member of the school because of my color. This must of only been a fraction of what blacks felt in the early 1900s and what they still feel! So at least I have some type of perception on what it may feel like for people of different races trying to integrate.
As far as what happened to me at "Project Stay." The two culprits went back to jail for a few months and probably are dead or in Pen by now. This didn't effect my feelings towards "blacks" at all. When I got beaten with the brassies there were at least 10 black females cheering them on and laughing and a few trying to go in my pockets. I realized and still believe that character is shaped off of environment. The color of the skin had nothing to do with their cruelty towards me it only had to do with how they were raised and where they were in their life. Im a guy of many colors. rainbow colors, psychadelic colors. So no matter what color you are drop me a few lines and lets kick it.
This is what it made me think of even though it strays.
