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Marcia Laster-Richardson

During my years of schooling, back in the 50’s’ and 60’s, living in the South, Jacksonville, Fla., I didn’t think blacks were worth much. My church didn’t teach me that blacks were worth anything outside of the Bible nor in the Bible. And history in school only showed the slavery part of my people. Also, I was discriminated against in many areas and ways. My father made an attempt to relocate his family towards a quality of life, but had to put up a fight to relocate to a white neighborhood to white school.
I hated growing up in the South because of the struggles of our people. Therefore, when I became of age, I made a move to reside in Atlanta. This was the place my mother dreamed of living one day, but never did. She knew that Blacks fought hard and gave their lives for equality. Therefore, this is what I was seeking for myself and wanted for my children when they came along. I moved to Atlanta, Georgia in 1979 while in my early 20’s. I discovered that my people were people that believed in themselves. They were educated, motivated, believed in fighting for equal rights, and most of all, knew their history. I was proud of them (black people), wanted to connect by living among them and their culture or our culture.

Today, my children are grow and strong, because of our great and wonderful blackness.