Dear Pen Pal, 5/6/34
I am so thankful to have you to write to, you seem to be the only 'white' that cares about me.
Not only are my family and I suffering from poor living conditions, we have to put up with being discriminated. My Mother, Father, two Brothers, and I, live in only a two bedroom house, with no electricity, no appliances, and a small amount of furniture. We cannot leave the house feeling accepted, as we walk down the streets, we get stared at by the 'Whites' and they call out names and make us feel helpless. Mum is full time working for a 'White' family in the higher classed part of town. Dad is also a slave. My brothers and I only see Mum and Dad for a few hours at night before we go off to our stone cold beds. Waking up is the hardest part of the day, because the hardest is still to come. We know we will experience being discriminated again, just like always. My Brothers and I all get very restless at home, and love being able to go out and play in the park, something you would be able to do everyday, but for us, it’s not that easy. The parks are very restricted; most of them have access for 'Whites' only. If we did go to a park where we were allowed, we would only be abused and discriminated, and forced to leave. So whilst we are at home, we play games in the house, but now that my brothers are getting older, they don’t like to play with me as much. My favorite thing to do, is play with my one toy which I have had since I was 3, my doll, which is pretty much fallen apart.
