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A Story of Ethnic Prejudice
A semi-fictional story about a kid most of us can relate to in some way
It was October of 1970 and the boy was 14, going on 15, short and wiry in build with short dark brown hair and green eyes. His family had recently moved to the area a month ago and life wasn’t going very well.
They had just moved to a very conservative county in Northern Maine; a county called Aroostook, up very close to the New Brunswick border of Canada.
His father, a PTSD-ridden drunk and abuser, had purchased an old farm that was nearly being given away by the owners.
This farm had been built by a Swedish immigrant back in 1911 on a land grant given to him and a whole lot of other Swedish immigrants starting in 1870.
That is where the troubles started.
Because you see, there was already a population of English descendants, whose ancestors came from before the French and Indian war and French Acadians whose French ancestors had been in the area since 1604.
Since the Almost Aroostook War of 1839, the ethnic populations had always been at odds with each other. Now add in the Swedes, who disliked everyone but themselves over religious ideology and culture, and…
