Kimberly Smith resides in a rural slum located in Alabama, Birmingham with her mother.
In 1963 news was spreading fleetly of the civil right riots happening downtown to put an end to "Whites-only" lunch counters and segregation.
To come in terms wit...
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It was early in the morning, the cerulean skies haze-less as I sat on the firm bleachers.
Mikey practiced on the field before me with a few unrecognizable teammates.
Each time he got tossed the ball he hit it with impeccable speed, striking the ball like lightening through the sky.
I bit the end of the pen I held with my front teeth, glancing at the journal that lay rested on my exposed thighs.
Journal entry 1.
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"It's a d-mn shame"
I overheard a neighbor when I arrived at home, his name was David I believe (He was a good friend of mama's) A polite black man.
I watched carefully through the unlatched window as David gracefully swung back and forth in his rocking chair on the front porch, muttering on the phone.
My heart sunk as I recalled the news that played on the television just a few days ago.
He spoke of the most recent riots, and Dr. Martin's peaceful protests which were against the banning of race mixing.
