![]() ![]() Not even my younger brother, Pat, who was always at my side when we were children. What a Black man discovered when he met the White mother he never knew As I peeked over my shoulder, I caught my abductors standing back to appraise me, nodding and smiling with approval. What happened next is just a fragment in my memory: squinting at the summer sky as I chased the kite, seeing the sunlight reflect off the blond hairs of the woman’s pale forearms, watching as a gust of wind caught the kite and wondering if I, too, would be lifted into the air. They steered me toward the middle of a lush, sprawling field, where the woman gave me a white paper kite. Yet they slipped past my family, took me by the hand, and led me to a baseball diamond across the street. ![]() I hardly ever saw white people in my Baltimore neighborhood, where most residents viewed them with suspicion, if not outright hostility. ![]() They were white - a young woman and an older man. I knew they were intruders, but they somehow felt familiar. It was one of the most beautiful days of my childhood.Ī couple of strangers lured me away from my front porch that summer afternoon. I was about five years old when I was abducted. ![]()
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