Back On The Streets,... What I Am Thankful For.
Like many days in November, it looks so drab today driving along on the interstate. It seems everything looks dull and in shades of gray. Perhaps it's the let down after the glorious colors of October. It's almost hypnotic. Whew, I almost missed my exit. Let's see, left turn onto 27th street.
Look at that, the old 27th street viaduct, or as we Milwaukean's know
it as the longest bridge in the world". We called it that because it
separated a mostly black neighborhood from a mostly Polish community.
So, as children we said it separated Africa from Poland. Not terribly
politically correct, but what was in the 60's!

Photo Credit; Bridgehunter.com historic bridges of the u.s.

I grew up in what many people back then
called the ghetto, the inner-city or the "colored neighborhood". My
family consisted of my father who was all of eighteen, my mother who was
17 and me, a blond, blue eyed surprise named Laura. In all of fifteen
months my baby sister Debby arrived. My parents found some self control
and held off for another two and a half years before my brother Michael
was born. We all lived in a two bedroom duplex, in the heart of one of
the toughest neighborhoods in Milwaukee. We grew up street smart and
careful, but very comfortable and secure. I never cared about the color
of anyone's skin. I was happy with my family, my friends, my home and
my neighborhood. I loved Milwaukee and all the excitement it had to
offer!
Oh, I am almost there now. I can see the grade school I went to; 27th street Elementary School.
So many feelings and thoughts run through my head. I remember being
afraid to go to the bathroom unless I was with a group for fear of being
assaulted. I remember on of the best teachers I have ever had was from
this school. She helped me overcome a writing disability I had as a
child. She was wonderful. She really made the subjects we studied come
alive. She instilled a joy to learn in me that no one else has. I
remember another teacher my sister had. One we all knew about. I
remember the look on his face the last day of school as a knife, held by
one little girls big brother, plunged into his stomach. I remember how
huge and scary this school was. It doesn't look so huge no, but I
think it would be just as scary to walk down those halls today as it was
then.
Well, the house I grew up in is only one block away now. This block was so hard to walk. It wasn't the distance that made it hard; it was the fear of the unknown that made it hard. One day my sister and I were walking home with a group of friends. My Aunt Karen had come to walk with us. She was so cool. She was only six years older than I was. My little sister was walking a few feet ahead of the rest of us. Suddenly a huge black man stepped out from a doorway with a chain wrapped around his fist. As fast as lightning his fist came thundering down on my little sisters face. She was all of seven. Her tender skin was ripped to shreds. I felt so helpless. I was so close, yet I couldn't stop it from happening. I ran to her and helped her home. My aunt ran after him. Other people called the police. I felt so sorry for her. Oddly, I felt so guilty. You see my father is Greek. In my heart I kept him on a pillar like a Greek god, and my sister was the one who had his beautiful olive skin, warm brown eyes, and deep dark hair. I, on the other hand, was born plain, blonde and blue eyed. Did my envy somehow cause this horrible thing to happen? I prayed not.
I need to leave now, before the ugliness of today destroys the happiness of my yesterdays. As I drive away I make a mental note to thank my father the next time I see him,
- I'll thank him for working three jobs to get us out of there, instead of resenting him for not being home enough.
- I'll thank him for loving me when I hated him for moving me away from my friends and my home and the warmth and security I thought I had there.
- Most of all I'll thank him for being the wonderful dad that helped fill that home with all those warm memories I still have.
Thank you daddy, for everything you did!
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