My Racist Sins — Confession #1
For Black History Month this year, I’m going to tell some little-known stories of prejudice in America. They are little known, because they’re stories from my life. In some cases, there are only two people on the planet who know these stories — me, and the black person who experienced my racism.
To begin, I’ll tell this story from the fourth grade. There are at least three people who know this story, as you’ll see in a moment.