My Brother and Me

Where: Detroit Michigan, 48238 Detroit. When: on 07-12-2010.
Written at 07-12-2010 by Mark Chapman
Labels - siblings brother forgiveness
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WHAT DAVID WANTED me to apologize for was an incident that happened when he was 12 years old and I was ten. It took place on a rainy Saturday afternoon in our neighborhood on the edge of Detroit, some years before our folks moved northwest out of the city. A cousin of my age and my best friend in those days, Bill, had come over for the day. Bill and I had become bored after lunch becaus...

Racism in a Hobby Lobby

Where: 1215 S. Kirkwood Road , 63122 Kirkwood. When: on 31-03-2010.
Written at 31-07-2011 by Anonymous
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once my brother and I were in Hobby Lobby, a craft store. When we came into the store, my brother and I split up walking away from my mother. Almost immediately, the security guard called some kind of code and began to follow my brother around the store. My brother would be the last to try and steal anything. He didn't even look suspicious. He, unlike many of the young black boys, doesn't sag ...

Spotless Cleaners

Where: 517 East 83rd Street , 10028 New York. When: on 24-12-1964.
Written at 02-08-2011 by Thomas Pryor
Labels - Spotless Cleaners Christmas sleigh riding Central Park Nice Jacket where are my Pants? pants
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Nearing the 1964 Christmas break during my fifth grade, thirteen inches of snow blanketed my street late on a Thursday evening. Losing a school day to the elements was a beautiful thing. Friday morning, my friends and I mushed over to Central Park towing our sleds through the middle of the street. Milking the day to the last of the light, we rode every hill until our feet froze. Back from the s...

My First Coffin

Where: York Avenue , 10028 New York. When: on 26-06-1962.
Written at 02-08-2011 by Thomas Pryor
Labels - My First Coffin York Avenue Yorkville 1962 Joe's Candy Store Mission Cream Soda Coca Cola Pepsi Cola
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My first coffin was metal. It measured six feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep. It rested on a wood base that lifted its height up by one foot. It sat in near darkness at the rear of the parlor. Everyone paid their respects. Upon close examination, you saw it bled sweat and you heard it release a soft steady communal hum. It held something we cherished and missed all the time. It ch...