A Racist Incident
I want to write about something that happened to me when I was 16 years old. I grew up in a church and with parents that did not encourage sports. It was probably more of a parental thing than a church thing but I do recall one of the 28 important Bible Truths was not to attend professional sports events. It was because of that I think my parents used that to not allow us to play in sports. It could have been an economic issue as, by the time I was 16, there were eight of us kids. There would have been costs associated with playing sports in public schools. We were poor. I am sure a religious reason would have sounded more holy than an economic reason. We were not allowed to go out for sports at all. I do remember playing softball in the neighborhood as a kid in the Dakotas, but I don't think I had ever played basketball in my life at that time. I don't know if at that age I had ever seen a basketball game. I am telling all this to set the stage. I was clearly out of my element when new in Washington State, I rode with a church kid to play basketball with a friend of his. He took me along with him because my parents were visiting his parent and I was his age. There were three of us in some sort of basketball game shooting baskets. I am white of course, my friend who took me with him was white. The third person was black. He may have been the first black person I ever saw in my life. We were in Bremerton WA when this happened. I was clearly out of my element and being new and age 16, I did not want to look stupid. During the course of our playing the black kid made a basket and as he passed by me in a friendly fashion he held out his hands toward me upside down. I had no clue that I was expected to slap his hands. I really didn't, honest to God. And I didn't. I may have learned as we played if the other white kid slaps his hands or if he slapped the white kid's hands during the course of our playing. But right at that time I remember thinking what is this, I don't want to look stupid. He only extended his hands to me that one time. As I thought back to this incident, I think he thought I didn't want to touch him because he was black. I think my lack of basketball skills was probably evident. But I had never in my life saw someone slap another person's hands that we see is so common today. I honestly say I didn't know what was expected of me and I was out of my element and did not want to appear stupid at age 16. I don't know that kid's name. I wish I could go to him today and explain as I have in this blog. It happened so fast, I had only a second or two to think about it as he passed by. And he never extended his outstretched hands to me again. Could there be times in our lives when things that look racist are really not racist if we knew people and their backgrounds? I don't think I intended to be racist on that day, I think it was plain ignorance on my part. God bless, LVZ.

