When the New York City Board of Education decided to promote busing to achieve integration in it's public schools in 1965, I was one of the first African-Americans from the inner-city bused to a junior high school in lily-White, predominately Jewish, Sheephead Bay, Brooklyn. Viewed by many in my own community as being a "traitor," "Uncle Tom," and "house nigger" for going to school with "Whitey," for the next six years I navigated between two distinct worlds, excelled, forged friendships and found acceptance in the most unl more...
