Tom Treece: A great coach who never judged by color of skin
Tom Treece
Last week I wrote about my friend, Bishop Rance Allen, in conjunction with Black History Month. This week I continue that focus, only this time with a bit of a different twist.
I’ve shared in past columns how my elderly mother wept remembering how she refused to hold hands with a little Black girl during school recess. And how my father had nothing against Black people; he just believed they should stay with ‘their kind.’
I was confused about racism until Monroe High School where I became close friends with many African-Americans while playing sports. I remember wondering, What’s the big deal?