The Color of My Heart

Forty six years hadn’t wiped away the memories of 1955 and 1956. I still was fearful someone from the past would harm me. Time stood still and I pictured the people exactly as they were then. As I looked around things were even more dismal now than they were fifty years ago. As we drove past the High School my mind drifted back to the morning I was summoned to the Principal’s office and I could hear his voice and feel the viciousness that spewed from his mouth “We don’t want your kind here,...