Linking something to something else

The sky is gray + Jim Crow + My racist story= something useful

When I was a little boy I was separated from my mother and father because it would help them more financially. I was sent to the Dominican Republic to be one less mouth to feed. It was not that my parents did not love or that they did not want me. It was that I was time on their hands and thus a responsibility to them. So I was sent to the Dominican Republic to alleviate them. I was left in a way to fend for myself. Even though I was living with my aunt and her children, it was still a task to assimilate to this new culture. I had to learn the new ways on my own. I had to fight the battles on my own, but I thank her for the experience because it has made me a stronger person. In a way this ties in to what the boy from the sky is gray was feeling when he had to grow up at the speed of light.Just like him I had to strive to be at the level of someone else maybe not a man but more experienced peers.

I also can relate to the experience that the boy from Uncle Toms children was facing. The boy had to grow up fearing the white man for their social status. Every time he would near a group of white people we would not look at them with curiosity nor hate , even if that was what he was feeling. He was very intimidated by these men because a lot of them could harm him in ways he could not imagine. In a way I have also been in a situation just like this. It was a dark day full of trouble and hoodlums all over the streets. It was during winter recess in Bronx, New York. It was not cold yet. I was walking with my friends back home. It is good if I mention that we were on unknown territory (at least I was). We neared a stoop with at least 8 dudes dressed in full black. The first thing my friend tells me is not to look at them (but I do), they look at us in a manner that appears to be animosity. They stand up and ask me “yo white boy what chu lookin at.”In my mind I planned my next move, which was to act like it never happened. I said to him what did you say (in a friendly way). I don’t remember what happened next or how the conflict was resolved but it was. In this experience I was in the position of an African person during the 1870s. I felt like colored people would normally feel in a situation like this—scared.