I like the line from the Declaration of Independence, "All men are created equal." I try to live by this ideal. I'm two races, black and white, and I consider myself equal to anyone. My parents taught me to be accepting of all people. My mother said, "Treat others as you would have them treat you." I think I do a good job following this and have always believed that if I was compassionate to others I could expect the same in return. My dad always told me that if I respected people they would respect me, but I've realized this is not always true.
I have often gone to a particular restaurant with my mother, who is white. Ninety-five percent of the customers and all the restaurant's employees are white, so I think it is safe to say it is a white restaurant. I always looked forward to going because they have fried fish night every Friday and I love fried fish. I remember the smell of the fish, the live band and the murmur of arcade games in the background. I never stayed at our table for long, since I always asked my mother for a quarter to "play a game, just one." Of course, it never was just one. Eventually I always lost and would run back to her for more coins and a sip of the greatest drink ever made, Mr. Pibb. She always obliged without complaint. Just into my third game I would hear my mother call me back because the food had come. I loved that restaurant.
I loved it so much I wanted my dad, who is black, to enjoy it, too. I begged - no, pleaded - with him to take me one Friday. He said he had been there once and didn't really care to go back, not saying why. However, he finally gave in to my requests.
When we arrived I was met with that delightful smell of fried fish. My dad and I were greeted by the hostess and told there would be a 20 minute wait. I said, "No biggie," never...