Here is the second installment in my series on what it's like to grow up Black in America. This story takes us to sunny Orlando, Florida in 1984. I was serving in the Navy at the time, and I was caught off guard by racist remarks from a complete stranger. Ironically, I was serving in the military to protect freedom of speech so that a person I didn't know could have the right to accost me with these racist remarks.
Below is a link to the full story.