BLACK AND WHITEEditor: I appreciated your article...



Editor: I appreciated your article on "The Color of Friendship" (Jan. 23). Some good points stand out on what it takes to make and maintain a cross-color relationship. Each of these girls marched to a different drummer with her own peers in school and was not completely comfortable in her own racial group. Thus, socially both were already sharing a similar space.

The relationship is not based, as some people might think, on the desire to be liberal or to do social good. Rather, it is based on the only thing that makes a true friendship: sincere enjoyment of one another. Of course, it is to these girls' credit that they were able to jump walls and face one another as real people.

I am in my 40s and have had a cross-color best friend for 12 years. I am white, she is black. I am Jewish, she is Christian Scientist. I am 11 years older and she has a weight problem that plagues her. These are our outer realities.

But, inside, we are Spiritual Sisters. We share a depth and a profoundness and an understanding and a compassion that I have rarely found. Our souls march down parallel paths.

. . . to all the people who say that Dawn and Mya's cross-color relationship can't last, I say: What do you know about the spirit of true friendship and a bond that supersedes what the eye can see?

Joyce Wolpert


Editor: I am writing in reference to the article entitled ["The Color of Friendship"]. I am white. I have been called "honky," "white girl" and a lot more.

My first best friend was black, and her name was Raven. We had fun in school. She convinced me to be in a school play and the glee club.

I'm now attending Mergenthaler Vocational Technical High School. I am in my sophomore year and I am 15 years old. I enjoy my classes and love school. My best friend is Rashida Henson. She's been there for me. If I have a problem, I say, "Rashida, we need to talk." She sits down and says, "What's wrong?" I know I can trust her, she knows she can trust me. I am very lucky to have someone like her.

There are some ways Rashida and I are different. She's quiet and open and I'm loud and to myself (a lot). I try to figure why we are best of friends, but who cares? We are what we are and we like it! I doubt anyone will try to bend our friendship! Her problems are my problems and my problems are hers!

I enjoyed your article. It made me wonder why people are so rude, but, life goes on and we go up while they stand still!

Cassandra Herzog


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