Sat, 23 August 2008  The subject of race has been put in the forefront of American politics as we get ready to elect the first African American man as the president of the United States. While in a perfect world, the color of someone’s skin wouldn’t matter; they wouldn’t have to have polls that asked likely voters if the country is ready for a black president. In 1984, the subject of race entered my life when my mother bought me a black Cabagepatch Kid, who I named Timothy-John.This story was written and performed in July of 2005. I Know How It Is... An Online Community Magazine of Essays, Short Stories, and Social Commentary, to read more stories or to find out how you can contribute, please go to iknowhowitis.com Comments[0] |
