Guess Who's Coming to the Birthday Party
I was born in 1969 in the great State of Florida. I self identify as an African American male.
I rarely went to school with whites. My elementary school was 75-80% African-American. My Jr. High and High School were all black, and I received a football scholarship to an HBCU upon graduating. However, after a couple of years of football, I got hurt and returned to my hometown and a majority white university -- which is where I first encountered racism.
I never really had any white friends because I lived a pretty insulated life. My friends and school mates were all African-American. However, upon coming home and going to college I developed a white friend on campus. We developed a friendship around hip hop music, and he invited me to his birthday party. Upon arriving at his house and ringing the doorbell, I could hear the people on the other side of the door and could see someone look through the peep hole at me.
After a few minutes his mother answers the door and said, "May I help you?" I tell her I am here for the party and I could obviously tell she was a little taken back that her son had invited me to the party -- let alone to the house. Needless to say: our friendship probably ended that day because I never talked to him again.