I remember incidents where my best friend and neighbor at the time, Amanda Bloodsoe, who was a little white girl who lived on my street and in my second grade class, uncle and grandmother they moved in with her and her father, our whole friendship changed. Amanda's grandmother and uncle were prejudiced. They really didn't like the idea of ​​Amanda and I playing together. I would go to Amanda's house and ask her to go out and play; she would just look out the window and tell me she can't play today. This has happened several times. I couldn't understand why Amanda stopped playing with me and started sharing all our secrets. So, one day at school, while we were out on the playground, I asked Amanda why she didn't want to play with me anymore. She stated that her uncle told her that she shouldn't play with niggers, which led me to ask her what a nigger is because I'm not a nigger. She said her grandmother told her that a nigger is a black person and that I was a little nigger. Amanda's grandmother told her that she needs to play with her own white race. I was so sad to have lost a friend. I went home for school and told my parents what Amanda told me and why she doesn't play with me anymore. I start to cry. My parents start explaining racism and how some people are just like that. My dad was so upset he called them a bunch of white crackers and I didn't