I don't remember very much having to do with race during my college time, and those few memories are from my freshman and sophomore years. My last two years were almost completely "white." I attended Georgia College (now Georgia College and State University) from fall of 1976 through spring of 1980. Of the predominately white … Continue reading Considering My Own Racism: My College Years
As I continue the series of blog posts in which I explore my racism, I'm focusing on my high school years. I don't have a lot of actual high school memories that touch on race. The first has to do with riding the bus to school. My guess is that this was during ninth or … Continue reading Considering My Own Racism: My High School Years
Even though my two years of junior high (seventh and eighth grades) were my first two in racially-integrated schools, I have very few memories that have to do with race. I do remember that our junior high was the former black high school. So it was in a black neighborhood. One that was just outside … Continue reading Considering My Own Racism: My Junior High Years
For my first 10 or 11 years, my world was populated by white people. As I said in my last post, I went to an all-white elementary school. From first through sixth grades, my school was segregated, so I only saw other white students. And white teachers and lunchroom ladies. Perhaps the custodians were black, … Continue reading Considering My Own Racism: My Childhood
I've decided to write what I expect will be a series that looks at the ways in which I am racist. I'd like to say that I'm not racist. That I see everyone equally, without prejudice. But when I'm brutally honest with myself, when I look closely at my reactions and thoughts, I find that … Continue reading Considering My Own Racism: My Foundation
Why shouldn't you make fun of your parents? I'll give you the short answer first. Because you'll end up experiencing all of the things you made fun of! Yes, it's as if you apply a curse when you make fun of your parents. That you assure yourself of having to experience the very same things. … Continue reading Don’t make fun of your parents! This is why.
Taking a walk used to be one of my deep pleasures. I'd head out to Chickamauga Battlefield and walk to my heart's content. I walked there year round. Clear, crisp spring days like today meant there would be lots of walkers and runners and bikers out enjoying the weather with me. But gradually my knees … Continue reading If walking is easy for you, be grateful!