1. Cultural Biography of My Family
My father had a job that consisted of us traveling all the time, which kept us with no real place to call our own. ... Sometimes we did travel with my uncle and cousin, but rarely did we ever have a place to call our own. ... The place seemed very, eerie and quite sad. ... Not once did she ever call anyone the "N" word or provoked a colored person out of their home like my dad would back in the day. ... Growing up in a somewhat racially intolerant home, gave me an insight to how not judge a book by their cover....
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- Grade Level: High School