Fascinating tales of European Americans’ racial awakening.
Various, American Renaissance, May 2003
I grew up in a white neighborhood in Akron, Ohio. I watched “TheLittle Rascals” on TV, and the black child on this program was my onlyexposure to blacks. In 1961, I graduated from grade school and washappy to be going to Jennings Junior High School, which also served asmall section of a black neighborhood. Finally, I was going to haveblack friends.
I don’t remember my parents having any opinion about the school, orabout blacks. They told me that when I was a baby, Mom had a black ladywho helped with chores. They also told me the lady got into a fightwith her husband and bit off one of his fingers, but they told thisstory in a way that did not degrade blacks.
So here I am, walking to school, excited at the thought of newadventure. I was also a little shy and nervous. As I got near theschool, which was located just inside the black neighborhood, I startedseeing blacks. Then I heard screams and yelling like I had never heardbefore. I could see a group of agitated blacks swarming like bees. Iwas uneasy and moved to the opposite side of the street.
There were white children watching at a distance, and I asked what theblacks were doing. Someone said this group of 15 to 20 blacks wasattacking a white child. There were so many blacks I could not see theperson they were attacking. I had never seen such a frenzy, and wasquick to get into the safety of the school. I never heard what happenedto that white child; maybe he is an AR subscriber now.
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