Posted Thursday, September 6, 2011 10/1:02 PM
Before I began dating my future husband, I met another guy, Kenneth Raye Thomas. I was almost fifteen years old, when we met at school. I was a Freshman, and he was a Senior. My middle brother, Tim was the Building Trades Class Teacher, and Ken was one of his students. I'm still not quite sure how we got together. I know I use to visit my brother in class sometimes. Ken and I hit it off. He asked me for my phone number, and I wrote it on one of his book covers. He called me that same night, and we talked forever, probably until my parents told me to get off of the phone.
The one very important thing I should mentioned is that Ken was Black! My family was basically raised prejudiced. I never knew that Blacks were called anything but the "N" word. What would my parents do to me, if they knew I was talking to a Black boy? I didn't ask for it to happen. I didn't pursue it. It just happened.
One day he had stayed behind while the other students went out for a job. Ken told me to come see him during lunch. Nobody was there, except Ken and me. There was a couch in the office, where we sat and held hands. Finally, he reach over and gave me a kiss. He was never forceful or disrespectful, and never did anything I didn't want him to do. I ran off to gym class, thinking I just kissed a Black guy!
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