I’m white. I grew up in a totally white community. I had NO friends. The only verbal interactions I had were with this one kid in fourth grade who would take every opportunity possible to walk past my desk and lean down and quietly call me foul names.

Why? We belonged to a church which definitely was not mainstream. Not one you’ve heard of nowadays but in ways similar to some religions today. We had no holidays except Thanksgiving. We traveled 60 miles to attend church on Saturdays. We weren’t allowed to do anything in anyway related to ‘pagan’ holidays. No art, no music class, no school programs. We were farmers but no farmers around us had anything to do with us. We were ridiculed by them for baling our hay or plowing our fields on Sundays when we should’ve been in church. (Everybody went to church in those days.)

Things got a little bit better when we went to junior high as our rural elementary school joined in with the town school. By high school when we went to a county school it should not have been a problem at all, but by then I was so messed up it didn’t matter.

I moved away from there as soon as I graduated from high school. I never went back.

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