Second grade. Forgot how it went. Think it was during music class. White classmate said he was Spider-Man. Then, I said I was Spider-Man too. Or something like that. Classmate said Spider-Man wasn’t black. I do remember that part. He pulled this before with another character. Forgot which one. Over thirty years pass. Marvel Comics introduces Miles Morales. A black Hispanic teenager. In another universe, Miles fights crime as Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Halloween season. White friend tells social media his son wants to be Miles Morales. Mind was made up. Kid says he’s going to be Miles Morales for Halloween. Finding this ironic. White kid wants to be a black Hispanic superhero. Remembering that classmate who told me I couldn’t be Spider-Man. Why? Because punk-ass Peter Parker wasn’t black. Have no problem with my friend’s kid being Miles Morales. Yet, as for that classmate of mine? His kid or kids or grand-kids can’t be Black Panther.
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