Anonymous ID: 0d978c May 29, 2021, 7:53 a.m. No.13783180   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>3401 >>3469

>>13783056

True story:

As a white kid growing up on the South Side of Chicago in the 1960s my family was working class poor. I was the youngest of 5 kids. My dad used to garbage pick old bikes and hodgepodge them together for us, then spray paint it. That was our new bike. kek

 

Anyways, I took my "new bike" out one day and stupidly let another kid ride it. A white kid. And guess what? He never brought it back. He stole it. I was about 6 years old and I was sitting in front of my house crying about it when my older brother came home from his construction job. When I told him why I was crying, he called my stupid for letting the other kid ride my bike.

 

Then 2 older black boys showed up and they told me that they knew the kid who stole my bike and that they could get it back for me. The two black kids brought my bike back for me. They said that the white kid had hid it in his basement. I don't know all of the details of how they got it, but I got my bike back.

 

Later on we had to move out of that neighborhood because it got crazy dangerous for white people to stay there. But I remember the good black people that were my friends.