Right now, most Americans are either afraid or angry at Iraqis, especially the Sunnis. But there was a time not so long ago when relations with Iraq and Iraqis weren’t as heated as they are now. Back in that time, I myself was friendly with an Iraqi boy. Little did I know exactly who that boy was, or what his family did. Now that I have come to realize the significance of our friendship, I hope to share it with you. Here’s the story:
It all started back when I was in 2nd grade in 1999. I was new to my school, which I had come to after moving from the New Jersey suburbs into New York City. Obviously, I was a little nervous about a new school with new people. But soon a met a boy, who for security reasons I will solely identify as T, who shared my love of Pokémon. We started to talk and hang out, and got to know each other quite well. T seemed like your average 7 year old boy, he liked to run around and play, he liked Pokémon cards (which were popular at the time), and enjoyed Lunchables, putrid child pre-made meals made out of everything you don’t want to know about. Though, there was one strange thing about T, he drove to school and home every day in a limousine. My parents just assumed that his father owned a car service. Boy, were they in for a shock.
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