Personal Narrative: Slavery In Middle School

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After the track meet, I was treated to a meal at Hackett Hot Wings in Joplin, Missouri. Sporting newtworks on flat screens lined the walls. As I set there waiting on my food, silence engulfed the roof around me. As flashes of baseball, football, and basketball ran across the screen, I noticed all the black excellence. I recalled my brief lesson about slavery in middle school. I set my attention to this lesson more than any other. This lesson was about my family, my friends, and me. Older now, I realize I am not happy with the textbooks. Somehow, they fit my history into two chapters. In the two chapters, it spoke of slavery and Jim Crow. I don’t remember them recalling the rapes, whippings, hanging, malnutrition. Hell, I remember we were banned

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