Well, today, for a brief flicker of time, I was back in the ghetto. And I am not just talking any ghetto, I am talking about the ghetto where you go outside you hear three things: sirens, the hum of the interstate, and dogs barking. People like to say they live in the ghetto when they see a black person at the outer perimeter of their subdivision. No- I lived IN the ghetto. At my first house, there was only 3 white families in the neighborhood. Then, we moved, and at first, it was largely white, but then steadily my neighbors moved, and black families came in. I am not racially prejudice by any means, at least I don’t think I am. I remember my black neighbors, and we were pretty close to some of them. But as with all races, there people who prefer to keep to themselves, and not be apart of the neighborhood.
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