At the age of 17, like the characters within this book I also dated someone outside my race. That said, at the time it wasn’t really “dating”. I didn’t call him “boyfriend” and he didn’t call me “girlfriend”, but we definitely had something. What that was, I am not too sure.
Although the neighborhood I grew up in was very diverse, the people I knew and hung out with were just like me: white , middle class, Irish folk living on the South Side of Chicago. I was always comfortable within this community and when I did something different, I never thought I would be judged, until one moment.
I decided to take my “friend” to the senior dance. When I told my mother her immediate response was, “Well, you better tell your Father.” I had taken other boys to school dances and my dad never batted an eye. Why was this different?