The Truth Behind My Firing

I always tell people things happen for a reason and God always sees us through the bad and brings us to the good. But here I am going through some difficulty and I'm really having trouble making sense at my wisdom.

Here is my story;

A week and a half ago I had a girl running with her brother telling me that another little girl was bullying her and wanted to beat her up. I tried to make peace and told the girls to just go home, but the bully girl kept screaming at the other girl telling her that she wasn't supposed to go home that she was supposed to come with her and her mom was going to take her somewhere. Well, I don't believe that was true on her part, because when I was trying to tell her to go home, she screamed at me that I wasn't her boss, I can't tell her what to do, and that I was nothing but an old crossing guard.

I went to her grandmother's house where she went to tell her how she was very disrespectful of me and what she wanted to do to this other little girl (I won't mention names because it isn't relevant). The grandmother told me that she wasn't even supposed to walk to her house she was supposed to go home after school. So she called her daughter to come get her. When the daughter came back around past me, I told the mother what she wanted to do, about beating up the little girl. That mother told me if she wanted to beat someone up she can. I told her that she wasn't going to do it on my corner. The mother didn't like that and pulled her car over and parked it. Came out of her car pointing her finger at me and yelling that I am nothing but WHITE TRASH. She threatened me and I called 911 to get the police there. I had many witnesses to what had happened. Meanwhile, while I was waiting for the police to come the grandmother was yelling at me and told me in no certain terms, if I get her daughter in any kind of trouble she will hang me. Well, she did.

The next day or so, I was crossing a group of kids and I was talking to a little boy. Telling him to go home the way he lives. A little girl asked me who I was talking to and I said that little black boy. She asked me, why are you calling him a color. I said because he is of different color than me, after she asked me twice, why was I calling him a color. I said to her, why did you want me to call him a little chocolate boy. He had on a brown coat and my mind couldn't respond the way I wanted it to and it came out wrong. Yes, that was my mistake for saying what I did.

That group of kids were walking on the south side of 17th street and this grandmother of the child from the previous incident was across the street from where they were walking. She called all of six of them over to her side of the street and asked what I said and they told her what I said. I'm sure it was like whisper down the alley, things got added to the story. This happened on a Friday.

Wednesday of last week I was called into the Boro Office for a meeting in front of the Boro Manager, President of Council, and the Police Chief. I was accused of making a racial slur. They said they don't tolerate that. They asked me if I called a little boy a chocolate boy. I said yes by mistake and I wasn't able to explain myself to them. I asked can you give me another chance. The council president said NO, that he had too many complaints about me. Well, he hasn't. He said to hand in my equipment and that I was done as of today.

I just want my family and friends to know the whole story and to know that I am not a prejudice person. I don't see color when I look at someone. I see the person God created. We are all created equal in God's eyes. I was told by a friend that is a teacher. He said we can't call them black anymore. We are to call them African Americans and we are called Caucasian Americans. Why is it wrong to call a black person black and a white person white, anymore? You see it in the newspaper all the time when the reporter is describing different races, i.e. black, white, hispanic, etc. Now, to me that sounds prejudice.

If the previous crossing guard that was stationed at that corner didn't have trouble (from this same grandmother), she would still be on that corner and I would be on my corner at 20th & Washington St. I was helping her out so she wouldn't quit, because she really needs the money. I tried to do good for her and it bit me in the butt. I don't resent helping her to move to my corner and me to her corner because we were both crossing the kids.

That is the whole story..........I love working with kids and elderly people. Hopefully, I find someone that could use my assistance, like my elderly friend. I take care of her in her home while her daughter works. I feed her lunch, take her to the bathroom, or do errands for her. What ever she needs done I try to accommodate her. Today I took her to the doctors.