In my late teens I was hospitalized three times because I didn’t want to live in a world of so much violence and injustice. I got in trouble with my classmates and was beaten up for standing up to the racism that surrounded me. She was a schoolteacher and fed me all of my interests, giving me self-esteem and making me a creative, loving man who cared for people.Īfter my father´s death we moved back to Virginia and I was placed in an all white school where I immediately was confronted with the ugliness of segregation. He was so damaged by his war experiences that he couldn’t connect with me. Our last seven years with him were in Germany where he died in 1961. We grew up on army bases, outside the US during peacetime and stateside during wartime. Dads career was in the army and he fought all of World War II and Korea. My older brother and I were World War II babies.
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