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I have broken these cruel chains that bound me to my past existence, and because of that, I know how to help you through it.
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Do You Recognize These Children?
A Short Experience In This Journey
The long version of this story.
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Dirt On Her Face, And Tears In Her Eyes
SOME BACKGROUND: We moved to an all black neighborhood near the city of Charlotte, from an all white town only four streets big by four streets wide. There was only one black family where we came from, and I was friends with them, despite the racist people who lived there. I taught my children to show them the respect and dignity they deserved, and most of all encouraged them to make friends. My daughter, at the age of five, got an award in school for being the kindest of everyone.
THE STORY: It was a warm, summer night, and my children were outside playing basketball with the people in town. They decided to take a break when the ten year old child came over. Well, we had just got a new car, and someone has already scratched it, and he wouldn't quit throwing the football by the car, so my children told him to stop. My youngest explained why, and she's the one who got called a 'white bitch', and then got a football thrown in her face.
Well, the older sister of my daughter, who is fourteen, was floored at the disrespect her little sister had been administered, and took the football and brought it in the house to explain to me why she wasn't giving it back. I knew that football had to be given back, especially in this neck of the woods, so I took it and headed out to the boy who was in the street. I said, "Hey, is this your football?" He stopped and looked at me, and said, "Yes." I said, "Good, I'm going to give you your football, but not until you give a good deserved apology to my daughter, who has been nothing but nice to you."
So he sauntered over, and gave a very rude sorry gesture so he could get his football, but I said, "No honey. You have to say it like you mean it." He did say it much more nicely, and my daughter forgave him, and he was on his way with his football. I went back in the house because I figured no harm done, all is well now, that is until my daughter came back in. She said, "Mom, his mother, and she's like three hundred pounds and six feet high, is coming over here because she said she is going to kick your ass!" I could tell she was genuinely worried, but I stood up brave, and walked out to meet her half way. By then everyone was circling us.
She looked at me, and said, "I don't appreciate you reprimanding my child. If you have a problem with my child, you come to me." Then she turned to my older daughter, and started telling her off. This really ticked me off, so I said to her, "Um, excuse me, I don't know your name, but anyways, your code of honor within yourself states that I can not reprimand your child, so why then, are you reprimanding mine?" She couldn't even look at me.
I continued on and told her, "If you have a problem with my daughter, you can come to me, and I'm right here, so what is it you want to say?" She didn't say anything again, so I continued on, and said, "And besides, your son is what, ten? My daughter is six. My daughter was always told to respect everyone. My daughter was just being kind to your son, and because he didn't like her comment about our rule around our new car, he called her a nasty name, AND threw a football in her face! How do you think that made my child feel? And since I know no one else is going to do it, I made him appologize. Which I think was the right thing to do."
She still had nothing more to say, other than her statement of coming to her, and not acting like I own her child, and then she walked away. Later she told everyone in town I was a 'crazy ass white bitch' for not running back in my house, and she really couldn't understand it. Now, look at what she called me, with the reference to white, and tell me her son wasn't just being a mirror image of her. |