task 1.
I don't get it. I simply don't get why they won't leave them alone. The black people. I'm actually ashamed of calling them that. My dad thinks that it is okay just to look at them like they are piecces of dirt to waiting to get stepped on. The missing civil rights activits have made this town go crazy. We can't even talk to people properly without starting a conversation about how much us white people dislike the ones that does not have the same skin colour as us.
I can't even say my opinion. Nobody can. Except our parents. They seem to know everything when it comes to that case. Yesterday, I walked home from school with some friends, I'm not even sure are if I can call them my friends though. We're not aloud to hang out, and it is obviously because they are black. In fact, I like them more than my other "so called" white friends. I wish people could see that there is nothing wrong with black-skinned people. There are absolutely no catches. People here in Mississippi just scare them away with anger and violence, which is completely stupid because they have never done anything wrong. I know that I can't make a difference by saying my opinion to the sheriff, I just hope the FBI agents find those civil rights workers and catch the assholes who probably scared them away. On the other hand, the South better be a better place in the future, but for now - all we need to focus on is what tomorrow will bring us. At least I know I will die knowing that I wasn't bad person. I hope people change their prespectives of other humans around them.
If not, this world will be an awful place to live in. Anyways, I can ramble about this all night long. Goodnight diary.
