This is not going to be at all baseball related, and if you feel it needs to be deleted, I will have no objections.
As an African-American male, today has as much significance to me, as any other day of the year. His foresight, and struggle along with others,has allowed me to interact with the great people of this blog. I remember as a child, listening to my grand parents talk about him, and the pride that was exuded from a group of people with meager financial means. As I grew older, and into my school years, the more years went by the less they talked about Dr. King, and basically, Civil Rights started and ended with President Lincoln freeing the slaves. I have watched his speech more times than my favorite movie.
I have mentioned the worst racial incident in my life, but I am going to divulge the full details in this special, for me, DLD. I will leave this with a few links about Dr. King. Including his speech.
I was a Sophomore in High School 1985. I was living in St.Charles, Mo. I was attending St.Charles West High School. It was a Friday night, and the JV Basketball team finished practice and me and my best friend were going home to shower and change to go to the Varsity game. We were going to pick up a classmate. She was a friend of mine, in a couple of classes, but she was better friends with my friend. We get to her house, and she wasn't ready, and I was still in the car. She told me to come in and wait, so I went in. I said good evening ma'am to her mother, she just smiled and didn't say anything, but I didn't think anything of it. We went to the game, had a good time, you know the old high school games. We dropped her off at home, and went to our apartment complex. I was spending a night at his house, because we were going fishing the next morning. We were in the complex parking lot, talking and laughing and listening to music, when a car pulls up. We turned down the music thinking one of our neighbors called the cops, but it was out friend we just dropped off. She gets out of the car crying, and calls my friend over. She knew him better, so again no big deal. She leaves, and then he is in a pissy mood. I ask him what was wrong and he tells me, she had a fight with her dad and he kicked her out of the house. I ask what happened and he wouldn't tell me. We go in his house, and in his bedroom. I am on his older brothers bed, who just shipped out to the Coast Guard. I keep asking him what happened, and he says I don't want to know. I kept badgering him, until he says, she was kicked out of her house because WE were there. I said, " Was she not supposed to have company" some people have stricter rules, I knew. He reluctantly said, " No, she was kicked out of her house because you, a BLACK MAN, was in her house". Here I am a 15 y/o boy, we all think we are MEN in High School, but you quickly realize you are still a child. I am responsible for someone I thought as a friend, to be removed from her own house. I spent the whole night awake, tossing an turning, feeling responsible, but also knowing that there is nothing I can do about the color of my skin. She was eventually let back in her house, but we never spoke again, becuase what could I say. I left that school at the end of that year, but not because of that situation, we just moved again. This year is the 20th reunion for that class, and I wonder what would happen if I went. How did she handle the situation, did here parents hatred and prejudice spread to her, and if she has children what has she taught them. That night was the night THEBLACKPEARL was born. It was a poem I wrote that night, but I no longer remember it by memory, but I do have it, and maybe one day I will share that as well. On this proud day, I felt the need to share this story.