Here are the wild myths I believed about white people
By Elizabet in News
Updated 3 years ago
The Greyhound bus was quiet. The day was dreary. And I was madly uncomfortable. "What time is it?" I asked a guy sitting across the aisle.This article originally appeared at Salon."It's 2 p.m.," he said. After nearly four years, I had finally been released from Mississippi State Prison at Parchman. ...