By Kevin O'brien, Staff Writer, Emerson College & Will Stryker, Contributor, Emerson College
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Summary of Qualifications
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Summary of Qualifications
- First off, I would just like to say that the neighborhood that I come from is 50% blacks and 50% whites, most of whom are from impoverished backgrounds. Walking down my block, you are literally guaranteed to see a black for every white. White men pushing black babies in strollers, white soccer moms cornrowing, and white men pushing fully grown black women in strollers.
- Being from a lower class background, my mother and father worked full time to support their family, and that’s why I grew up with Latoya, my nanny and life long friend. I never realized that Latoya was black, or what that meant even, until I was about six years old in grammar school. One day, I pulled one of Latoya’s famous Haitian Beef patties out of my lunchbox. I noticed that the children around me were turning their noses up, and moving their seats. When I asked my ‘friend’ Kimberly what was going on, she turned to me and said the 3-4 words that have reverberated in my conscious and haunted me every day since. “That’s colored food.” When I went home and asked Latoya what that meant, she turned to me, a tear in her eye, and said “child, you is smart you, is kind, you is important.” I live by these words everyday, the best I can.
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