Heâs against me because Iâm black.â
âThatâs crazy!â
âAre you calling me crazy?â Ashton demanded.
âNo, of course not. Itâs just that I know he isnât.â
âWhy else would he be so hard on me?â Ashton asked.
âHeâs hard on everybody. Last year at the start of the season he did some things to me thatââ
âDid he ever leave you on the court all by yourself?â Ashton asked, cutting me off.
âNo, but he did other things.â
âHe did that to me because heâs a racist.â
âBut itâs not like youâre the only black kid on the team. More than half the guys are black, and none of them think heâs racist.â
âHave you ever asked them?â Ashton asked.
âNo. Have you?â
âNo.â
âMaybe you should talk to them. Ask them what they think, because I already know the answer. The only color that matters to Coach is the color of your uniform. If youâre wearing orange youâre family. Couldnât you just stay with the team a little bit longer? Give it a chance. Weâre getting our new uniforms next week.â I thought if I could get him to hang around a bit longer he might decide not to quit the team. âYouâve almost raised all the money. At least if you walked away then youâd have the uniform.â
âIf I walked away, do you think Iâd even want one of the uniforms? They are probably the ugliest uniforms in the world!â
âTheyâre not that bad.â
âBright orange?â he asked. âYou look like either a traffic pylon or a basketball.â
I didnât care if they were bright orange. I was proud of my uniform. It meant something to me. Something important.
âCould you at least talk to Coach about what youâre thinking and that you want to quit the team?â
âI donât want to talk to him and thatâs why I didnât answer the phone when he called tonight.â
âHe called you?â
âTwice.â
âAnd?â I asked.
âAnd he left two messages on the answering machine. Like I said, I didnât want to talk to him.â
âAnd what did he sayâ¦you knowâ¦in the messages?â I asked.
âSomething about wanting to talk. I didnât really listen. I just erased them from the machine.â
âSo youâre not going to call him?â
âIâm not calling anybody, Iâm not talking to anybody. Iâm surprised I even picked up the phone to talk to you.â
âWhy wouldnât you talk to me?â
âI donât know. Maybe the reason youâre defending him is because heâs not the only one whoâs a racist.â
âYou think Iâm a racist?â I exclaimed, unable to believe what heâd just said.
âYou could be.â
âCome on, Ashton, thatâs not fair. Itâs not like I ever did anything or said anything thaâ¦helloâ¦helloâ¦â There was a dial tone. Heâd hung up on me! What should I do now? Should I call him back? What was the point in that? He probably wouldnât even pick up the phone. I put the phone back in the cradle and then picked it up again. There was somebody I should call.
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âHi, L.B., is your Dad home?â I asked.
âYep, heâs right here. He said he thought heâd hear from you tonight.â
âHe did?â
âYeah, hold on and Iâll get him.â
There was silence as he put down the phone. How did Coach know I was going to call him tonight?
âHello, Nick.â
âHi, Coach.â
âSo are you calling to tell me that Iâm being too hard on Ashton and that I have to back off?â
âWellâ¦â
âBecause thatâs what my son told me on the ride home after practice. Do you agree?â
I didnât answer.
âItâs okay. Iâm asking and I want an