Diary Entry 1: March 8, 2010

I was walking down the road, and I seen a group of white men, I started getting scared, I knew from rumors that they weren’t a very good group.  All a sudden they yelled “you stupid N-Word.”  I felt like I could cry.  I didn’t understand why they would pick on me.  I’ve never seen them in my life.  I was maybe three blocks from home, I tried walking faster and faster.  I felt this big pain in my back, It went all the way down my spine.  I looked back and they were right behind me waiting to throw another rock.  They yelled “stop walking n-word.”  I felt as if someone had punched me in my stomach.  I thought about running, but I knew if I did so, they would just chase me. So I stopped, then one of the boys grabbed my arms and put them behind my back, I started crying.  Then they told me if I didn’t stop they would hit me, I couldn’t bare to stop.  So they started hitting, it got harder and harder.  They let me go and I ran home.  I felt like I couldn’t go out in public by myself anymore.   I didn’t understand why.  But I knew it was only because I was black!  I cried all night trying to bare the pain of racism.

Diary Entry 2: March 9, 2010

            I woke up still in pain from the night before.  “I never thought that would happen to me” I said.  I don’t know if I should tell my mother.  I called my friend Matt and asked him to walk to school with me today.  I was scared to walk alone now.  My only choice was to walk with him, or walk alone.  I had been hoping he would walk with me.  But when I called he had already left for school.  Now, I was scared.  “What would I do?” I asked myself.  I figured if I took the main streets to school, I would make it without any problems.  Well I was wrong.  They were waiting two streets down.  I didn’t know If I should turn around, or just keep walking and stand up for myself.   I just didn’t want beat up anymore. I thought about it, and kept walking.  They yelled at me a couple times.  I was four blocks from school, I thought to myself. I said “Brandon keep walking, don’t let them bother you.”  All they did was yell at me and call me names.  I realized that they were done with me.  I thought about it and knew they were going to move on to the next black kid. I knew the pain, the hurt.  I wouldn’t want anyone to go through that, like I did.