Clarksville Arkansas Where I learned what hate really was...
My Parents never told Me that I was white, They never told Me that People were differant. And I never saw it. My Dad was sent to A little Church down in the bottoms, it was an all Black Church. It was called First Church of Jesus Christ.They needed a new roof and couldn't afford to have one put on.So with the help of this missionry group that My Dad worked for They were able to get the supplies and it was My dads job to put it all together. As He went to work I set out to play and Have fun. Now I didn't know the rules that governed the south because I was never told. My play mates were the Children from the Church and The bottoms. I was the only White kid in the group. I was having so much fun We went to the movies, I set with My Friends,rode in the back of the bus and drink out of They're water fouten, not knowing all along I was starting something that could be deadly. We were Kids just Children enjoying life and Friendship.
Well one night at all came to a horrible end. We were sleeping when We heard a loud bang out side My Dad got up to see what was going on,Mom and I followed. There was this bright light out in the front yard it was a fire! As We looked out the window there were this Man all dressed in white with hoods on They were saying horrible things calling My Dad horrible Names. My Father was a big Man Who stood 6'5" and weight a round 280. He stepped out on the front porch pick up a two by four and started walking towards Them saying " My Daughter will go were She wants Play with Who She wants and Live as She wants." All of a sudden out of the night there were all these People carring hoes, hummers, and other things They didn't say a word just came between My Dad and the horrible Men, Who began to jump back into their trucks and hollowing unspeakble things drove off. Ihave never Now or before felt so much hateor fear ever. It was a lesson I will never forgot.