All my life people have thought that I was Mexican due to the color of my skin; I am half-white and half-black. Due to that, as I got older people would say that I am not black which makes me angry because I am black. It does not matter if I am half, one fourth, or one-sixteenth black. If people can say that they are one thirty seconded Cherokee Indian and not have anyone say that they are not an Indian, then how can they say I am not Black.
I would want to go back and live in the 1960s not to prove anything to anyone; but to be a part of the movement that let my parents get married, lets me sit on the same seat on a bus as a white man or woman; but, most of all to learn something about how tough my Black father had it growing up in racist 1960s Georgia. I live in the twenty first century, and I can honestly say that I have only been called a NIGGER once in my life and I will always remember that day. I was in the seventh grade and I was at school early like I always was and was......
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