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that all those kids were doing the same things the white kids did...go to school, play sports, hang out with friends, and try to figure out what to with our lives. There was nothing to fear. It was to no avail. I hated that school and after 4 years, I finally got my mom to agree to move to a new school district. It happened to be 80% minority students and I felt a much greater acceptance there than at the farm school. Classes were no longer chosen by the students of course, but our lunch social group was. It was a huge mix of kids from all backgrounds.
I married a guy from that farm school with similar feelings as I had at the time. His brother is dating a black woman and his best friend from said small-minded farm school will no longer speak to him because of it. Really sad. We are all in our 40s now. I guess there is just no growing up for some people. Fortunately, his family all accepts their relationship and we all have a nice time together.
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