As soon as I picked this book up
from the shelf, I read the title and saw the cover picture. I immediately knew
what it was about.
I read the prologue, which was
named: June 1989. It wasn’t as
shocking or touching as I had expected it to be. Even though on page 4 Lorene
Cary narrates: “One night, a black boy came to me nearly weeping because a
group of white friends had told a racist joke in his presence. He hated
himself, he said, because he hadn’t known how to react. It was like I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t do anything, he said.”
Living in that time must have
been hard. Waking up each day, knowing that your race was either superior or
inferior just doesn’t seem human. Although today racism isn’t seen as much it
still exists. People say that “history repeats itself” which makes me scared
sometimes.
In that time racism was against
black people, what if today there starts being racism against white? How would
the world react? Would we receive help, or would we be ignored like so many
people were in that time?