As written in previous blogs, my mother’s family were sharecroppers owning nothing but personal belongings. In contrast, my dad’s family, living only eight miles away, owned their land. My mother’s family hired themselves out to other farmers to make money. My dad’s family sold their crops, kept the money and also hired themselves out to make extra money. In each case, the white man was in control of the market.

To make it clearer, everything was controlled by the white man, grocery markets, banks, local and state governments. All of our spending went through them with little or nothing returning back to our communities. What are your thoughts at the present time?

Recently a close friend asked if I ever wished that I was white. Immediately, I answered that I never wished I was white and never would. I am very happy in my own skin just the way God made me. Growing up until now I have never lost my dignity or self worth. There are instances where I have been intimidated and became fearful because of racial insults and advances. I am blessed to have been raised by diverse families, sharecroppers and property owners, who by prayer and faith in God kept me focused.

What do you think about when you hear someone today say, “Do not hold me accountable for my family’s racial past”?

Overcomer by “Hope”, the confident expectation of good.