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I, as an older white person, will admit I am somewhat leary of the younger black race. My first bad experience was as a teenager hoeing weeds in an open field when I was confronted by a knife pulled on me by another teenager that I had previously played little league ball with. Second experience was while in the Navy being hit in the head with an umbrella because the guy (a Marine) and his friends wanted the cheeseburger I had in the bag. Do I have a reason to be leary? And don't misunderstand me because I have had no problems since then, many good experiences actually, but the past just doesn't go away. To me the color of your skin doesn't mean a thing, treat me as an equal and I will certainly do the same to you.
I can understand how you feel. It's smart to be "leary" of anyone you don't know, regardless of race, who looks questionable. If I see a group of thug looking punks, I'm not going near them, doesn't matter what color their skin is.
When I was only 3 yrs old I was home with my Mom, who was pregnant with my little brother. Dad was at work. Someone knocked on the front door, stating that his car broke down and he asked to use our phone. Before my Mom could even respond, 2 thugs pushed in the door and forced their way into our house. I remember it like it was yesterday, believe it or not.
One of the punks pointed a gun at my Mom's belly and told her if she gave him a hard time, he'd shoot the baby. They told Mom and I to get in separate bedrooms. I remember just hiding behind my bedroom door, crying for my Mom. Luckily, they didn't hurt either one of us. They just stole everything my Dad worked so hard for and ran out of the house.
Yes, the thugs happened to be black. My Dad was driving cabs at the time and knew a lot of people in the hood because the cab company was based out of the train station, in the middle of the hood. He asked around and found out who the thugs were that had threated his family. They got a beating like never before. Then they went to jail. We moved. Even after this and some other incidents involving members of the black race, my parents never prevented my brother and I from having friends of any other race. Kids don't know racism unless they're taught it. My parents made every effort to teach us that we should choose our friends based on attitude, not the color of their skin. I plan to teach my future kids the same values.