tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308960137374747760.post5927292807020847283..comments2023-10-30T06:14:16.173-07:00Comments on Gaining Insight: O B S E S S I V I S I O Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343653860296384235noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308960137374747760.post-9614772490775688872009-08-19T15:38:54.403-07:002009-08-19T15:38:54.403-07:00Maybe it's because I grew up identifying with...Maybe it's because I grew up identifying with the book "Hey White Girl." I have never minded ribbings. You see in my school fourty perecent of us were African - Americans, another fourty were Hispanic - Americans, and there was twenty of us that were white. Now doesn't that seem prejudice right there? African - Americans, Hispanic - Americans, and just plan ol' white people? I withstood many white people jokes. I remember being in the seventh grade and a little boy said that there was no white crayon in his box because it had its butt kicked by the black crayon. However, there is something more serious. When I was in eighth grade one of my friends (who is no longer my friend) told everyone that I said why don't black people comb their hair. On the bus ride home, I was verbally attacked, I seriously thought they were going to jump me! So jokes. Yes I can take those, but out and out malice no. I can still close my eyes and see the faces of the children as the verbally went at me.<br />I get off my soap box now,<br />AmandaMandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02388649891410858782noreply@blogger.com