I came from a small town
At the most, there were 4 or 5 black kids in every grade. One of the girls a year below me was absolutely beautiful. We were all in love with her, but she had two older brothers that were very protective.
I was friends with almost every one of them in the grades around mine. They were the friendliest and funniest kids in school. Being different seemed to make them more popular. One kid used to stand up for my wife when some mean girls tried to pick on her in middle school. Willie was big and strong, but was the sweetest person you would ever meet. He got a job at the powerplant, dropped out of school and was killed falling off a smoke stack years later. Still remember when we heard about it.