I was eight years old and forced to steal a belly full of "White water", ice cold water from the the White Only water fountain located at the top of the stairs in Sears and Roebuck Department store in downtown Fayetteville, North Carolina.
My birth "mother" came flying up that beautiful spiral staircase with the speed of Jesse Owens screaming; "Gul! you gon' git me lynched!" we disappeared out of that store so fast it would make your head swim. I didn't care. My belly was full and I was too young to be afraid. As horrible as my birth "mother" treated me I still thought I deserved something better than that water from the "colored water fountain". The damn white bastards spelled Colored with a lower case "c". The fountain was old, rusty and about three inches above the ground. I had to bend down to drink it and I was a tiny little runt.
White people! White people! It wasn't that long ago that I was called a "negro", had to sit up in the balcony if I wanted to see a movie and had to go in the fucking back door!
GOD is going to get y'all. Karma is color blind. Keep on! Keep on listening to that fat orange lunatic bigot! Keep on!
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