It was another typical hot, sunny, Southern day. I felt the red clay beneath my feet heating up like hot coals. We were outdoors for recess, in a softball field, and no one else could hear the conversation, far out of earshot of the teacher on duty. My classmate turned to me, hatred and bitterness seething in her eyes.
“Go back to Indiana, or wherever it is you came from,” she hissed….
How can we turn the conversation from “Go back to where you came from” to “I’m so glad you’re here”? I’m so grateful to have an article up at the Redbud Post, diving into this very question. Check out the rest of my post here, and read the rest of the articles on race in the February issue of The Redbud Post here.