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A WHITE WOMAN SCORNED (Chapter 1)

Beams of sun light ricocheted magnificently off of the paint of the grey Mercedes Benz E350 Coupe as it made its way down and throughout the steep and winding hills of suburban south Birmingham. Each of the homes it passed was mid-sized, freshly painted and well maintained. The lawns were as green as dollar bills freshly printed. No broken glass or carelessly tossed trash tainted the streets and sidewalks. Trees were filled with the most colorful leaves.

It was a little over eighty degrees, the very first truly warm day of the year, as the curvaceous Mercedes turned off of a side street onto a busy street and began to make its way down the steep restaurant lined hill. Its windows were down and Celine Dion played softly from its CD player. Ahead in the far distance, the towering buildings of downtown Birmingham could be seen. Within brief moments, the Mercedes came to a stop at the calmly bustling intersection located in the center of 5 Points South. The circular intersection was lined all the way around with shops, restaurants, bars and pizza parlors, among other things. Their patios and picture windows were filled with people conversing while eating lunch and drinking beers, some spoke on cell phones or had their faces buried in the screens of their laptops or tablets. The sidewalks bustled also with people walking, couples strolling hand in hand and skateboarders maneuvering through them skillfully. A group of teenagers sat on a few benches located in front of a Starbucks playing a guitar.

When the overhanging traffic light turned green, the Benz headed on its way. Minutes later, the coupe was among the busy downtown traffic. It finally reached a three- storied castle-like elementary school, pulled into its crowded parking lot and parked.

Fifty five year old Madelyn Summers turned off the engine, grabbed her purse and climbed out of the truck. The warmth of the spring sun felt good on her tanned white skin as she walked through the parking lot dressed in a summer dress, sandals and the strap of her purse over her shoulder. Her long blonde hair hung freely to her shoulders. Her fingernails and toe nails were newly manicured and pedicured.  

It was recess as Madelyn reached the school and walked into its courtyard. Teachers stood together talking as hundreds of small children ran and played, happy to be away from the confines of their desks and classrooms, even if it was only for twenty or thirty minutes. Through the children, Madelyn saw a bench in the far distance. As children dashed in countless directions all around her, she made her way across the courtyard to the bench and sat down. Crossing her legs and leaning comfortably back against the wooden bench, she stared out over the energetic activity going on around her with admiration and approval as she placed her purse and hands flat across her lap.

The children were small and of all colors, races and nationalities. The boys were dressed in white button down shirts and blue kakis while the girls were dressed in blue skirts and white button down shirts. They looked to be between the ages of six and nine years old.

The school was a prestigious one in Birmingham. It cost money to attend. Most of the parents were doctors, lawyers, dentists, and practitioners of other successful professions. Each day, when school let out, they or their nannies lined the street in front of it in luxury cars as they waited for their children. 

The laughter of the courtyard bathed Madelyn's ears. The smiles warmed her heart. The playfulness comforted her. The games of dodge ball, jump rope, hop scotch and tag took her back to her own childhood. It all made her feel at peace. Although loud, it all seemed so serene. With a smile she watched, wishing she could sit on the bench among so much innocence and purity forever. She wished with all her heart it would never end.