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So some of you all seem to enjoy my stories and I'm glad you do so I'll share another.

When I was born, it was a flat place in the middle of nowhere Midwest. There were no such things as spics or niggers around. I could walk to my school a few blocks away and run through the neighborhood til night. The old momma calling from the porch to come inside kind of stuff. Most of the folks that lived there were farmers or adjacent of. We had gypsum mines where during recess you could hear the explosions in them. The storms there were absolutely legendary and terrifying. The western front would get as black as night as the storms would roll in. Hiding in the basement while nature pounded outside. Hoping there wouldn't be a tornado that would demolish everything. Very quiet community, safe and well engaged. Back when the PTA was actually something good.

Eventually we moved from this place to another. Still in the Midwest but this was a river town. The Mississippi was a driver in jobs there. You still had plenty of farmers. This town was founded by the French but was heavily German Catholic. They did not like outsiders. At one point in this cities history the council decided it'd be a good idea to import section apes. That didn't go as planned. Nearly all of them fled within a few years. Locals would menace them and destroy their property to intimidate them to leave. There was one black kid in my high-school by the time I was a senior.

We moved during the upheaval of the agricultural industry. There were no jobs left. My family was robbed by jewish conglomerates destroying farming.

We ended up landing in the south. At the time it was half and half black and white. I continued high school there. Now I come from the skateboarding community. A lot of people give me shit when I say that. I'm gonna sound like a fag but it is a creed. We looked after one another and largely race or religion didn't matter. So I naively trusted other races. I let a black kid borrow my custom zippo for a smoke and he tried telling me I was beat. (Error processing.) I didn't know what that meant. I kept asking for it back and he kept repeating it until I got in his face. He gave it back. I was in a art class and called a nigger bro. "I'm not you're bro boy." (Error processing.) I was stunned that I had somehow offended him.

I began to hate. I came there with good intentions and goodwill and they threw it back at me. I began to understand were not the same. Didn't know it then but the electric jew lied to me. All I had known of niggers was from movies and TV. None portrayed the true nature of them. I began to gravitate towards studying the past. Finding out what scares them most. My best friend and i would roman salute for shock at the time. He was a crazy mother fucker. Addicted to pills at a young age.

Needless to say my first experience with diversity meant stay with your own. Funny that.