“ And All Lives Matter “

In the Summer of 1960, I will turn seven in December of that year.

We lived at time on the South side of Albuquerque, in the

State of New Mexico.

My brother and I became friends with a group of boys all brothers.

Their Mother wanted to meet us, she wanted to know who and

where her sons would be off playing with.

Today they would be considered members of the Black Community.

We went home with them that day and met their Mother, she was

sitting in a rocking chair holding one of her sons.

I remember it very clearly, because of a thought that went through

my brain as I stood there looking at him.

“ He’s whiter than me. “

His body did not produce pigment.

He had all of the same features as his brothers and sisters,

but his skin was without any color as was eyes and his hair.

I would in the course of my years learn of his medical condition,

and come to know and to terms with this fact.

That it is congenital disorder, just as I was born with congenital