Sorry if I don't jump on the bandwagon. I didn't move to this area until the mid-eighties, I didn't have anything to do with 11/3/79 and don't want anything to do with it now. It doesn't divide me from anyone else. The only people who should be divided are the people who were involved, not people like me.

So please, leave us out of your 'healing' process. Regardless of what you might think, I have a family. And you're not in it.

"I have a family. And you're not in it."

That's the spirit.

Can you feel the love?

Michael,
Like it or not, you're in the family. So, close your blinds, turn off the TV, and pretend that you and your immediate family live in a vaccuum. I bet you'll find that somewhere down the road, this family issue will find its way into your consciousness.
As a fairly recent arrival myself (1994), I appreciate that Greensboro is facing those events, celebrating its history with regard to civil rights, and is largely a multi-cultural society.

When I was a little boy I had a turtle for a pet. Unfortunately because of some unforseen circumstances my little critter died. I was really upset over the situation.

My Dad told me there was nothing more I could do. So I found a piece of an old blanket, wrapped my little critter in it, got an old oatmeal box and put my beloved pet inside and went out side and gave it a proper burial. Of course I invited all my friends to attend.

A week or so later I decided that maybe there was something I could do to for my turtle. I got my shovel and went to retrieve the corpse and check things out for myself.

Now,my Dad, being the wise man that he was, said."Son if you dig it up after all this time it will stink and there is nothing more you can do."

Of course I did not listen, I wanted to see for myself. I proceeded to dig up my little critter thinking just perhaps it had crawled back into the shell and gone to sleep. I retrieved the oatmeal box,opened it up. The turtle was dead. I had given it a proper burial.

I had ignored the words of wiser voices and went right ahead and dug it up and wow, did it ever stink.

I should have listend.

Sorry if you didn't understand me, but I have a family. I would do anything to protect them. If my family was involved in this shooting, then I may want some reconciliation or healing from this. But they weren't. In fact, nobody I knew or know was involved in this. This was a fight between two groups. And I have no involvement with either group.

I don't mind if people affected by this want to get together and talk out their issues. That's fine by me. But when all of these other groups jump in and get involved in something they have zero to do with, and then act like everyone else should get involved too, it becomes just a little bit nauseating to me.

My best friend of a different race turned on me when I was 7 years old and called me a racist name. He and another friend his own race jumped on me and beat me up for no other reason than my skin color. Now, if someone would have a forum to address that situation, I might attend. But nobody has so I'll just stay out of it, which is my advice to the other busy-bodies around here.

mr. produce, Loved your analogy and enjoyed your sharing one of life's little lessons.

Dang Yvonne, you mean we agree again on something. Wonders will never cease. Actually we do agree on a lot of things we sometimes let the barnyard bovine excrement get in the way.