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Tripp, Mwen se blan. Jiska 4yèm ane klas mwen, Mwen te grandi kòm youn nan yon ti ponyen nan timoun blan nan yon katye majorite nwa nan sid Illinois. Tout zanmi mwen te nwa. Lè sa a,, nou demenaje ale rete nan Tennessee. Mwen te resevwa voye nan biwo direktè lekòl la twa fwa ane sa a pou goumen ak yon moun ki tonbe nan “N-mo”…NAN 4TH klas ki…timoun te deja aprann yo klasifye epi gade desann sou lòt moun….paske yo te koulè po. Mo sa a furieux m '…nan pwen an mwen ta kout pyen ou nan bouch la pou li di li. Li toujou kontinye infuriates m '…Mwen jis lapriyè olye pou yo kout pyen kounye a.
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Tripp, I’m white. Until my 4th grade year, I grew up as one of a small handful of white kids in a predominantly black neighborhood in southern Illinois. All my friends were black. Then, we moved to Tennessee. I got sent to the principal’s office three times that year for fighting with someone who dropped the “N-word”…IN THE 4TH GRADE…kids had already been taught to classify and look down on others….because of skin color. That word infuriated me…to the point I would punch you in the mouth for saying it. It still infuriates me…I just pray instead of punch now.