Pride: In the Name of Love

By Terri Moore

Growing up in a small town in the deep South, racisim was not a word I knew or a concept I often thought about, but rather it was like the water I swam around in.  Most of the time I could go about my swimming without noticing it or realizing it was there, but every now and then someone would make a splash and I would see it in all its ugliness as it attempted to drown me and everyone else in it.

Like the time an elementary school teacher dared to teach us about MLK and the civil rights movement, and some of the parents complained. I remember a friend’s dad saying “She’s not supposed to be teaching ya’ll that stuff. I hope she tells you what a trouble-maker King was” …

Read the rest