My very best friend in the world was white. We met in kindergarden. I had no idea his parents, friends and family were so racist until he died in a car crash caused by a "white" drunk driver. He wanted me to have his personal effects since we were both cartoonist and we shared the same vision. His parents would not respect his dying wish, they never allowed me inside their house when he was alive, I never knew why. I found-out when he died, they only allowed his white friends to come and see his room. Everyone knows he and I were like Starsky&Hutch. I then realized how much of an act they used to put-up when I used to come by. My father always told me that white people were phony, but I thought the Forsyth's were special. They'd smile in your face, but in your periphery they'd be making those hateful ugly faces. Somehow these are "the ways of whitefolk". Neither I or Michael knew what racism meant, I found out when he died. I miss you Mike!! R.I.P. Michael A. Forsyth- 6-18-85/ 7-3-2006
2006-07-10
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