Reclaiming My Power From White Women
Sara Haile-Mariam

As a poor white kid in a predominantly black neighbor I was constantly physically bullied because of my skin color. I was known not by my name but just as white boy, honky and cracker. The black kids would steal what little possessions I did have, at least they could not take my lunch money because I was on the assisted lunch program but stealing my bike was a common event to the point I just stopped riding my bike to school. So when I saw the video of a groups black men viciously attacking a white man just because they thought he might have voted for Trump by beating him senselessly them stealing his car reminded me how racist black people really are, but off course black racism gets a free pass in the country.

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