... I hung out with a very rough crowd. I may not have been an angel myself but that was the only way to survive in my neighborhood. Just being white was a crime and I've witnessed this countless times. I remember watching helplessly as a nun got chased down the street by a group of people just because she ... had light skin. My siblings and I grew up being called vulgar racial slurs and attacked when walking down the street for just being born white and living where we lived. As I got older the fights grew more and more violent, what use to be just fist turned into knives and guns ... stro...

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