This was the only day of my life where I actually felt like a minority. Not sure why we came to this progressive school in the middle of nowhere, but I felt like we we're being shown something. It was like they we're saying, "Hey, look at this excellent school, now go back and tell your friends that Japan is with it."
It was one of those schools where there are no walls. You know the type that exists outside of affluent suburbs that white formally urban-dweller parents flock to once their children have reached school age? There's some of these in and around Chapel Hill and I'm sure there's one in Ashville.
Recess was dominated by crawl fishing right behind the school.
That one kid wouldn't let go of his junk!
Back to the first part. These kids kept grabbing us and touching our hair. I remember being asked to take a knee so everyone could take a large section of my hair and stroke it up and down. They were amazed by how soft it was. Obviously these kids had never seen white people before. We were from another planet, a feeling that I've never had before or since.
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