Racism, Hypocrisy Violence, and Isolation
The first that I heard about any of the racial conflict back in Alabama came from listening in as a bystander on the discussions between my father and our next door neighbor. I will call this neighbor "A". "A" had three boys and a girl. I became friends with the youngest boy who was my age. I will call him "D". I spent a lot of time playing together with "D". The discussion between our fathers did not effect our play. Even so this political ranting went on and on with each of our fathers literally standing on opposite sides of the fence that was between our two houses. A thick swirl of honeysuckle vines grew all along that fence. At various times of the year that would have smelled extraordinary.
father carrying me to keep me from getting injured any further. Whatever pains I was in it was in August that we went to stay a week in our church camp. The camp was on one of the far slopes of Grande Mesa, an extinct volcano that we could see from our house when we looked to the East. We had a church camp there every year.
I had met natives from many other countries who had many different shades of skin. When they ate at our table I had never seen a thing that differentiated them from any one else. I hesitated to speculate too much about my reasoning. It just was. It probably had something to do with my personality of stubbornness that I have retained all my life. I was not going to be forced to do something against my will that made no sense to me.