Larry was 17 years old in 1974. He had lied about his age to get his first job, working at a steel fabrication shop. As he approached his 18th birthday, he had been working for nearly six months. Getting a loan to buy an inexpensive used car changed his life.
Race relations weren’t great between blacks and whites in Birmingham in 1974. Larry had started his education in all-black schools and then been part of integration, something that had been very controversial and at times confrontational. It was a time and place when many black people and many white people were suspicious of one another.
Larry’s attitude toward white people was guarded and suspicious. Who can blame him for feeling that way? He knew that many white people around him didn’t want him as part of their society. His attitudes hardened because of small battles, too. When he was in high school, the principal told him he had to shave off his afro or leave the school — so he transferred to a vocational school rather than comply.
By the time Larry had that first job, he was wondering whether a young black man could get a break from a society that had been dominated by racist white men. And then he needed to buy a car.

Watching kids on a Friday night reminds me of struggle to belong
It’s odd how ‘choice’ can mean ‘no choice’ with the state involved
The more I understand humans, the less I really comprehend us
At times, we have to just wait for the day when we’ll see the fruit
Pursuing conscious life is harder than sleepwalking through a life
Our choices determine whether we die alone or surrounded by love
Path to loving a woman always starts with intimidation for me
For governance, ‘one size fits all’ is a bad idea — even if the ‘one size’ is your version of freedom