Personal Narrative-Segregation In School

I'll never forget it.

Grew up in Louisiana dated slurs were still regularly used, school was definitely still practicing segregation in the same classrooms. [I]Coloreds[/I] sat in the back. But I was light complexion, loose curly hair. As far as I was concerned I was [I]mixed[/I]. so unless I opened up my mouth and said something they thought I was white and I sat with the white kids. I was told to keep my mouth shut cause I wasn't supposed to be in the school anyway, as it wasn't my neighborhood school. So I never corrected anyone and white passed.

I kept to myself but got along with the only two other black kids and shared the notes the white kids got. Eventually I got in trouble after getting in a fight because one of my friends was getting
Not thinking in the moment I said yes. She says "You ain't special, think you're so smart but you ain't no different than what a house nigger was. Now get in there and go to the principle".

The principle restrained me for no reason but for crying and pacing uncontrollably because I thought I was going to get in trouble with my dad. My dad wasn't having it and was livid at the school. After a long shouting and pushing, threatening of life and to be arrested, my parents were fined, my friend and I got expelled, which went on record.

The drive home was me expecting to get punished. My dad waited for my mom to get home. They sat down with me and explained what happened. My mom is afro mexican, did most of the talking . I was told regardless of being mixed regardless of my complexion, I am black, I will always be considered black and I should be proud of it.

I love new Orleans but I'm glad I got out. The place was toxic and as modern as the world became its like shit was still the same sad part is when we moved to Cali it wasn't any different, when I got sent to Vancouver it wasn't any different. My life was a constant "don't forget you're black." until my money was white enough. But now you can't fool