My Racist Sins — Confession #2
“You been robbed!”
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. These are my racist sins. The story I’m going to tell you now happened in about 1966.
All five of us were in the car. Dad was just about to turn into the driveway upon our return from a cross-country…