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 ...

When I was about 4 or 5 years old I had only two friends. Jeremy, a black kid, and John, a white kid. I knew that they looked different, but it didn’t really matter to me; they were both my friends. I would also like to point out that my neighborhood was primarily black. My mom and my brothers in my house, and a couple other houses were the only white houses. Again, I didn’t care. My mom ne...