It was a regular day, for me until a dark skinned man approached me. Before asking the man if he had had any money, I told him that he could not get service and could not get any food or drinks. After that happened, I felt a cringe in my stomach, kinda like a sickness feeling. I had started to serve the rest of the people, while that man had left.
I went home that night with the sickness feeling in me. I couldn't help but realize what I had done to that man.
I asked my dad why we had to be so mean to Black people. He replied saying," We don't, we just do it because we think that it is cool." I started reading the Bible that evening, and realized that every one had rights.
The next day comes, and a Black person comes and asks for