Was It Because I Was Black

“Was it because I was black? Why, woman? Why did you put me up for adoption and leave me in the hands of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personalities? I found you, my mother. I prayed for twenty years to get this opportunity to look into your blue eyes and ask you that question.” “No!” the other woman answered. “Then what? How? Why?” Shanice Mc Dowell wasted no time to ask those direct questions and, in anger, promised to make her mother pay for her sufferings. John McKinney heard the voices in his head and knew he had to save his grandson Joshua. To him, his grandson whom he loved so much was becoming a killer. “Or maybe it was me,” those were John’s words as he traversed the balcony before killing his grandson and afterward turning the gun to himself. He left a letter for Sarah that revealed too much.