Jul 31, 2020
6 min read
The Racist Elephant In the Room
In the late 1970s, I didn’t live the cliché that “some of my best friends are black.” There was a point where my only friend was black. In seventh grade, my neighborhood underwent a transformation due to “white flight.” The complexion of the surrounding area and the school system changed over the summer [I’ve previously written about how that affected another family who were friends with mine–JC].
