When in Jr.High in the seventies there was lot of tension going on between the whites and the blacks. What you ask is the million dollar question? I couldn't figure why people were not liking each other for who and what we are . I wondered do we bleed different, do we ache different, do we not feel pain and sorrow the same way as everyone does.?

Imagine me thinking all these questions and not able to find out the answers I wanted from home . See my dad was the Archice Bunker of Queens. But I did find out that we were all the same no matter what. After a few run ins with people, they saw that I woudn't back down they began to realize hey this person isn't half bad.

When I left home at 14 who wanted to take me in but a family of color not my own kind either. Of course Archie wouldn't here of it. So I was placed in a home for girls, who was there and who did i live with? Everyone regardless of age or color. I learned a lot from everyone. I learned to love everyone and respect everyone no matter what color or who you are.

Now years later having learned to live that way, I raised my own children to be the same. It took my son a lot of years to realize my best friend was not of his race, he said it once and that was it. He was not harsh or mean but just observing what was around him. I am told I am color blind and by God, I am glad I am. People are people no matter what.