It was after standing on the back porch wid my godson enjoying another southern evening peeing off the back porch with him, & looking at ach other laughing that the impact of childhood dawned upon me. Southern living southern life.. southern traditions. but, the one that came to mind was one of hurt. Being that I ama a black male, i am sometimes reminded of my so called place in society, which came to past just the other day
I am a painter by trade in this economically challenged time for a wealthy landowner here in our small town, She rented a trailer to what some here in the south would call "poor white trash"> they have 3 children, they became good friends with me, the oldest being a young girl 10 years old.She asked if i would be her Godfather, seeing I have so many underprivileged kids as friends, I said I'd love to. MY natural godaughter, whom is black became very upset bcause I said yes, & very prompley told me I couldn't do that because she's a white girl.
I have never raised her to even think that way, because of the fact every one falls on hard times & poverty doesn't discriminate.so as the jack daniels kicks in and i relieve my mind of the hurtfulness, I ask.. can't we move on America & see people as people & not as a color?