Growing up in poverty and racism from "summary" of Revolutionary Suicide by Huey P. Newton
As a young black boy growing up in poverty and racism, I learned quickly that the world was not fair. I saw my parents struggle every day just to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads. The color of our skin seemed to determine everything about our lives - where we could live, where we could go to school, and even how we were treated by others. Racism was like a shadow that followed us everywhere, reminding us that we were not welcome in certain places or among certain people. It was a constant presence, shaping our experiences and limiting our opportunities. I saw how my parents were treated differently because of their race, how they were denied jobs or promotions, how they were harassed by the police for no reason other than the color of their skin. Poverty was another harsh reality that we had to face every day. We lived in a run-down neighborhood where crime and violence were a part of daily life. I saw my friends and neighbors struggle with hunger, homelessness, and sickness, with no way out of the cycle of poverty that trapped them. Growing up in poverty and racism taught me to be resilient, to fight for what I believed in, and to never give up. It was a harsh lesson, but it also fueled my desire for change and justice. I saw the injustices around me and knew that I had to do something about them, no matter how hard it might be. I realized that I had a choice - I could accept the status quo and do nothing, or I could stand up and fight for a better world. I chose the latter, and that decision changed my life forever. I became a revolutionary, dedicated to the struggle for equality and liberation. Through my experiences growing up in poverty and racism, I learned the power of resistance and the importance of solidarity. I saw how oppression could be challenged and overcome through collective action and a commitment to justice. It was a long and difficult journey, but it was one that I would not trade for anything. I had found my purpose in life, and I was ready to fight for it, no matter the cost.
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