The 23rd of September 1994, Long Beach, California

Dear diary,

Today has been the tousandth time when I was bullied, mocked and laughed at. It's the most awful thing to be the weird one, the white man through so many niggas. Why do I have to be treated like that , if I know that I didn't do anything wrong or offensive to them?! I always seat in front of them in the class and I hear them laughing behind my back. Besides, in every recess, they push me brutally. I'm scared!! Why do they hate me so much?! Should I be like them to be accepted and tolerated? Is it just the colour that matters?!! Why?! Not just black people had to suffer in the past. It's not my fault that I was born white. It’s not my choice of being who I am, but it is my choice of what I want to do and I think I have chosen right, but they haven't. They can choose being happy, forgetting about their painful past and being law-abiding citizens, kind people and give us a second chance, because their ethnicity have acted wrong too, especially, now, by judging, hating, bullying and discriminating us. I don't want to live like this anymore. I'm not supposed to stand or excuse their behavior towards me or other white people. We are all equal in rights and we have to respect each other. So, I have to take a deep breath, face them and face the music, because I cannot go on in this way anymore.

Yours, Diana