Kaffir Boy Journal #3 On Racial Relations

I looked at them and they looked backed. It’s like they never saw a black kid before. These white kids look so clean with there nice school uniforms and shoes. If you went to the ghetto, it was the total opposite. You would see kids with torn clothes, dirty torn shoes and kids were dirty. The white’s world was like paradise compared to the ghetto. In the white side of world, you would see ladies in all white things, from a white hat to a white dress, and shoes. It was like they were angels or something. When we reached to my grandma’s boss’s house, I was so amazed. Everything was so nicely kept; their property had flowers leading to the doorsteps it was just a wonderful sight to look at. The white lady’s son came home from school I think and was shock to see a black kid at his house. He kept rubbing in that us blacks couldn’t read and write and that he didn’t want me to be at his house. He really made my ego drop because how he boasted about reading a book in English when I couldn’t even read a page. Then he should me around and I was so amazed at all the comic books he had. As in my mouth couldn’t close because of all the comic books he had. Then I heard the white boy ask his mother if she bought him his new bike, I was also shocked at that because the boy already had to many things. And when he didn’t have any idea what to do with his old things, he would just throw them away. It’s just amazing how this boy has so many things but the blacks in the ghetto hardly have anything nice or anything at all, and these whites would just throw precious things to the blacks away.
It’s just amazing how two kinds of people [blacks and whites] in one country have totally different worlds. One side of the world is a nice fancy well kept place filled with riches where the other side of the world is dirty, smelly, and poor. I still ask myself why those worlds have to be different and separate. Is it because the whites want all the fancy stuff to themselves? Or is it because they don’t want us black people to be happy like them? What ever the case may be, it seems the whites were being selfish. But not my grandma’s boss, she was really nice to me. I really liked her. She had such a warm welcoming greeting and it made change my mind about other white people, it seems that some whites are not as bad as black people say they are. If I didn’t come with my grandma, I would have continued to think whites had no heart and were just mean people. But that is not even totally true. I’ve also noticed that in white schools, they teach the kids that blacks are meant to be white people’s slaves and in a hierarchy form kind of thing, the blacks will always be on the bottom while whites are always going to be on top.