🥀In Loving Memory🥀

Chapter 4

"So, how did you and my mom meet?" Huelene asked. She was seated in one of the couches in Huey's living room.

Huey went and sat down in his signature chair. He made sure to get comfortable before answering Huelene's question.

"It all started when I had just moved from Chicago to Maryland," Huey started.

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My parents had recently passed away, so my brother Riley and I went to live with my grandfather, Robert Jebediah Freeman, as our next guardian.

We started out in Chicago, where we were both born and raised. But there was often gang violence in our neighborhood, and my younger brother Riley was a subject to that.

In our family, and in our neighborhood in general, black men never lived above the age of 18. Their parents had to bury their own child.

My grandfather did not want anything to happen to us, so he relocated us to Maryland, where such things would never happen. We essentially lived in the suburbs, which removed us from our natural environment. I didn't want to go, as much as I hated what had happened in Chicago.

But I didn't have a choice but to adjust to my circumstances. Instead of being with black people, I was surrounded by wealthy, arrogant white folks.

The house we lived in was a considerable improvement over our previous residence in Chicago. I never saw myself living in a house like that at the moment. It was lovely, spacious, and had a relaxing atmosphere.

The only things I didn't like about the neighborhood were the Mayor of Woodcrest, our obnoxious white smug neighbors, the food, and a racist black man who worked in every profession imaginable.

I recall attempting to assassinate the Mayor when he first arrived to our house since I had never trusted a white man before. When he asked us to his Garden Party, I stood up on stage in front of everyone and told them the truth. They were unhappy with me, of course, because white people dislike hearing the truth from their own made-up little lie.

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"I'm not trying to rush you, but can you get to when you and my mom met?" Huelene inquired causing Huey to sigh. He knew he was taking a long time with the beginning.

"Don't rush me, I'm trying to explain to you what happened from the beginning," Huey said shushing Huelene.

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So at the Garden Party, my Grandad had met our neighbor Tom and his wife Sarah. 

They were kind people, but they were a pain in the neck. I admired Tom's achievements in politics and as a lawyer as a black man. He managed to set the benchmark despite the fact that he was surrounded by whites. 

He didn't always win arguments, but he was good at what he did, and his only flaw was the color of his skin. In those days, as in today's society, it was difficult for black males to succeed.

On the other hand, I disliked Sarah. I didn't lose any respect for Tom because he was married to a white woman; however, I did lose some respect for him since he was married to a woman who didn't appreciate him and was only with him for the money and the opportunity to have biracial children.