Here are the facts....
My grandfather was stabbed to death by a Black Man.
I have told the story many, many times before and have written about it on Daily Kos.
But I NEVER mentioned his race.
Its been 43 years this September.
And every single time I have been hit, hurt, punched, treated unfairly, robbed, abused, cheated or stolen from since then?
Its been a white person.
You god damned right, I am more fearful of white people and I am as white as I can possibly be.
Because I KNOW my grandfather's murder was a fucking fluke. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
4 days after the murder, I was back at East High School in Wichita. They had caught the killer the day before.
I was sitting in gym class. I was the school punching bag, and had been since 1st grade. Because I was taught to never fight. There was this big Black kid sitting behind me and off to the side. Someone kicked me in the back. I ignored it the first 5 or 6 times. The next time, I turned around and asked whoever was kicking me to please stop. Of course, it continued. I finally stood up and exploded.
'If you dont stop doing that, I am going to kill your black ass right here in front of everyone, you got that!!!'
A couple of other black guys who I had met just before my grandfather was killed, pulled me off to the side and kind of dragged me outside. Ray, and 'Sugar' was what they went by. Ray said....' hey man, whats your problem?' And I said... 'one of your 'brothers' stabbed my grandfather to death the other night and I have had enough'....They asked me what his name was and I told them 'Michael Boyd'. Sugar said... 'its not my brother. I dont know him or that name'.... 'why would you blame me or any one but him?'
And that was when my life changed. 'Why would you blame anyone but him?'
The guy who kicked me all those times is named Joe Walker. We became the best of friends and each others protectors in different times. I stood up for him and him for me so many times its almost comical. And we shared an apartment for several years off and on.