A Perfect Impersonation Of A White Man

This is what I do best. Once or twice in my younger days I had dated a few white women although that era was filled with doing the proper behavior and not doing the wrong things. In order to fit in accordingly I would casually report my ethnicity as being German American. This was in the very liberal town of Berkeley. I could not get away with this statement and right away my stance was shot down and I was exposed for what I was and am. There was very little escape from the fact that I have the appearances of being Asian or back then Oriental. I lied my head off to see if I could get away with saying that I am of German heritage living in the land of the free and the home of the brave. Right away I was shot down and exposed. Okay so I needed a plastic surgeon back then in the 70's to change my appearance and back then no one I knew got plastic surgery to change their look. Back then I was known as a yellow banana the fruit assigned to my ethnicity but I had no ideal what that meant back then. I thought I was going to the University and I would be like everybody else almost but no it took more than speech to sound and act the part of a white person or man. Most of my classmates in grade school were white of mostly blue collar parents but in college the students came from white collar or professional working parents such as administrators of the like etc. My father ran a mom and pop grocery store then later got a job working for the U.S. Post Office before it became the now Postal Service in which newer mechanized machinery became part of the work force. I had become a marked man a minority among the white class students known to be different and I was and still am. I had become a victim of more nerves galore than ever before and being a student at the University the first year was a wash. I did not survive. I swear I must have been one of the first yellow man to date a white woman which the law forbidding such relationships had been overturned by the John Kennedy administration. I always wondered about the KKK and what they were about I could always see them on television on that old black and white television screen and the dogs on leash snapping at the heels of the civil rights groups. Whatever love that existed between me and this white woman melted away like a nuclear fission ready to explode a bomb.