posted on Aug, 7 2012 @ 08:38 PM
I was a real-life, born-again, pure unadulterated racist and bigot when I was young. It was the way that I was raised. My father was racist and
bigoted as was his father and he made sure that he raised my sister and myself in that self same hateful lifestyle.
I was born in 1956 so it also didn't help when President Johnson integrated the school system. When I got bussed across town to the "other" school
I fought every day. Then I entered high school and I began to realize that something was skewed with the way I was thinking and feeling. I found
that those "dark-skinned people" that I hated so much were just people like me. I then found out that one of my best friends for ages was gay and
he never tried to push his lifestyle onto me so hey, that was ok also.
Then I started wearing my hair up in an afro, if you didn't know by now I'm white
, and I even bought one of those black hair picks with the
fist on the end and I wore it in my hair.
God, my dad hated me. I got kicked out of the house at 17 years old and started to make my own way in life. But several years later, 3 months before
my dad died, he called me up and asked me to pick him up. I did and we rode around for a couple of hours (gas was only about .40 cents a gallon) and
my dad finally apologized for what he did and he also gave me his weapons, he was a police officer (chief retired) as he was too sick to use them
anymore or hunt.
In the end my dad and I became best friends. I understood his feelings and he understood mine and we agreed to disagree. I am thankful every day that
we were able to become so close before he died and I am grateful that I was able to grow as a person and realize that a persons race, creed, religion
or sexuality does not make them a hated thing. People are people no matter what and I try, sometimes I fail, to love everyone, even those "gasp"