fdelano Posted September 12, 2014 Share Posted September 12, 2014 A Dirt Road Black boys who lived in wooden shacks, across the dirt road that divided them from white boys a world apart, went to a wooden-shack school without a coat of paint on scrabble ground bare of a blade of grass. Rocks flew as we yelled at each other across the road that "Jackie Robinson stinks," and "Babe Ruth is a lard bucket," both of which were likely true but had nothing to do with our racial animosity based on shade of skin. Jackson Street and decades of ignorance divided us, some who might have become the best of comrades who could have gained understanding of the plights of cultural bounds not to be broken in my lifetime or many more to come. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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