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Personal Narrative: Childhood And Racism
My childhood was not easy because the racism. I was not a allowed to go to the same schools, parks, restaurants, and not even use the same water fountains as whites. Once I had a friend that was white and we were best friends but one day me and my friend were playing baseball, his mother caught him playing with me and his mother said ¨you are not allowed to play with that boy ever again¨. I did not understand the laws for for whites and blacks, once me and my dad (Martin Luther King Sr) went to the store to buy new shoes but the clerk said ¨we do not serve blacks¨ and ordered us to leave the store, so we left. My assassination was at the Lorraine Motel Memphis Tennessee, so I can do my march with the station workers for a bigger pay. James
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