Born and raised in Haiti he had never really known racism or come up against it. Even though he was no longer living in Haiti he still lived in a very diverse little town. He had never heard of the KKK or really knew about Nazis and the hate they had for the black man.

Working at the local Waffle House as a simple cook he had met plenty of people from all over. From the Hostels, to the European tour buses that would come through, to truckers delivering to the end of the road, and families just on vacation.

He had come up against some difficult people before sure but never really knew of racism. Such a friendly person he had so many friends, people that loved to be around him, see him, and talk to him, people that would come by and if he wasn’t there wouldn’t stay to eat.

Then one day there was a man that came in. Not from around here. He had swastikas and KKK tattooed all over him. Not a fan of the darker man. This tattooed man became his friend and actually came to like him quite a bit. He would come and talk to the young Haitian man and eat.

Maybe this young Haitian man will never know real hate or racism. Hopefully he will never know the sting of the hate another man, woman, or child can have for a person because of the color of their skin.