Originally posted by: rhino56
when i was a kid in school seemed to be the hardest for me. i got picked on alot because of my color and the fact that i was one of 4 kids of my race in the school.
one incident i remember was on the last day of school i was afraid to leave the school because of groups of people waiting for me to come out to beat on me.
its just how it was back then, adults didnt think it was much more than kids horsing around but to get beat down by 6 or 10 people, kicked while on the ground didnt feel too good.
by the age of 13 i had lost 3 of my adult teeth that had been knocked out from fighting.
luckily none of my front ones.
on the last day of school there was always race riots in the neighborhood, mostly people from middle and high schools. usually be about 40 to 50 blacks, 10 or 15 mexicans and about 40 to 50 whites there.
it was funny because the mexicans were the ones who were always kinda left out, they didnt really have an opposite group to fight. so they would usually get on the side that had the least people. we had chains, clubs, knives and whatever else we could find. people got beat up pretty bad sometimes but usually once a guy was bleeding on the ground people didnt do much to them.
it was those still standing that you had to worry about. it would go on until the cops arrived and then everyone that could would run outta there.
i remember trying to run and keep up but i had a gash above my eye and couldnt hardly see from the blood running into my eyes so i kept tripping over bushes and what not.
the last year of the race riots was when someone brought a gun, shot 2 mexican guys, that put an end to that fun. the police stepped in bigtime after that and were all over the streets near the last days of school.
funny thing was my best friend was a mexican, but on the last day he fought for his race just like i fought for mine. it was nothing personal, it was just like some kind of tradition that was commonly known.
it was a very violent area and most of my friends from that time are either locked up in prison or dead. i was one of the guys who did manage to make a life for himself but it wasnt before spending 3 years in prison.
it was just what we did, its how we were raised, im not mad at anyone for what i went thru or because i had to suffer, color doesnt mean anything when it comes down to it, if there was another race from another school that we could have fought and there was 200 of them the blacks, mexicans and whites would have formed one group and fought them.
sorry for the long post, im almost 40 now so that kinda gives you the time frame of when i was in school. call people what you want to call them, it doesnt matter, what matters is who you are, if you cant call someone a ****** out loud to their face what does that make you? id rather be the one called ******, but usually people dont call me that because im white.