“There’s nothing wrong with dating a black guy,” blonde-haired, blue-eyed Julie Boyle said to her friends in our seventh-grade classroom. “My cousin is dating one, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Julie was the most popular girl in our grade. Her opinion carried weight. When, during homeroom, the girls’ conversation had turned to race, my mind froze. But Julie’s words released me. I could breathe again.
That was the first time I felt how meaningful other people’s words... Read more.