Five years old-1958

Donnie Harold Harris

I started school ,kindergarten five weeks after turning five. I still recall how terrified I was that morning. I had no idea how much pain my mom was in. The school I went to was on west Morris street, just east of Belmont. We would move in and out of this neighborhood dozens of times. Rhodes Park was a block away. It would by the location of the first Race riot I would be involved in latter at eight years old or so. I was pushed by a young black boy. I told my older cousin Leon. Who went over and beat him to a pulp. About an hour later the park was loaded with young black men. They stormed the park and pool area. I ran up the steps. Running for my life. I went to the back and climbed out on one of the water tanks and slid…

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