Half human! Never have I heard something so wrong in my life. But its become my new normal, it’s commonly enough slung at me from people walking by, or muttered by my sales clerk, but it’s not something I’d thought I’d hear from my grandfather.
This happened to me I had been growing up now for a couple years in the deep south in a small town in Mississippi. A far cry from what it was like in New Orleans
After my loving parents died I had moved from new Orleans - the place where i had grown up, the place where it was normal to be black or in my case half black.
When my white grandparents came to pick me up, they clearly weren’t exited. Their cold expressions they gave me, it was like I was tainted. Was I sick? Ugly? I never thought I was really that hard to look at.
3 years later, and I know why my grandfather called me half-human. It was my skin-color. It was black.
I was a rather intelligent student, always with a book in my hand, and i accepted though much of school. I would always ask my grandparents begg them to take me to a better school. They never listened. It was always “you should be happy we even picked you up, do you know how expensive you even are?” It wasn’t until they heard, that if i won math events, that weren’t offered at my school i could win significant sums of money.
Since they found this private school, one I supposedly should have gotten a scholarship from, my life as been a headache.
Amazing_Kangaroo_704 t1_j1k8ih6 wrote
Reply to [WP] You are in the principals office of your new school. You sit mortified as your grandparents and the principal argue. Your grandfather says "I don't care if she's half-human! After her parents passed away we raised her! Yes she's 'different' but she has every right to enroll!" by Taira_Mai
(It appears I took this a bit differently)
Half human! Never have I heard something so wrong in my life. But its become my new normal, it’s commonly enough slung at me from people walking by, or muttered by my sales clerk, but it’s not something I’d thought I’d hear from my grandfather.
This happened to me I had been growing up now for a couple years in the deep south in a small town in Mississippi. A far cry from what it was like in New Orleans
After my loving parents died I had moved from new Orleans - the place where i had grown up, the place where it was normal to be black or in my case half black.
When my white grandparents came to pick me up, they clearly weren’t exited. Their cold expressions they gave me, it was like I was tainted. Was I sick? Ugly? I never thought I was really that hard to look at.
3 years later, and I know why my grandfather called me half-human. It was my skin-color. It was black.
I was a rather intelligent student, always with a book in my hand, and i accepted though much of school. I would always ask my grandparents begg them to take me to a better school. They never listened. It was always “you should be happy we even picked you up, do you know how expensive you even are?” It wasn’t until they heard, that if i won math events, that weren’t offered at my school i could win significant sums of money.
Since they found this private school, one I supposedly should have gotten a scholarship from, my life as been a headache.