A sad day

August 12th, 2011 by Andreanna

Today is the anniversary of my father’s death. Well his murder. My father was shot because of the color of his skin. My father was shot for being white. The man in question would have happily killed any other white man but my father being who he was decided to stop and see what the man who looked like he was breaking into a car was doing.

I spent the majority of my childhood wondering what it would have been like having a real dad. Would I have had to leave home at 18? Would I have actually finished college and been able to go where I wanted? Would I know what it was like to feel supported? Or would I just be like every other spoiled girl who has it all?

Do I still wonder? Of course I do. I think anyone would.

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