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The In-between of Whiteness

I don’t belong here but there is nowhere else I can go because this is where I belong.

When I was growing up, the kids on my block were a tight-knit group. We rode our bikes around the neighborhood in a pack. During the week, we walked home from school together. On weekends, we played at each other’s houses. Our families were close and our world was small.