I was two. I am multiracial, but I was an American living abroad, so I heard many racist and xenophobic slurs.
Then I came to America to hear many racist and xenophobic slurs. Some things are international, I suppose.
I read once that people of color learn about racism at a much earlier age than those in the majority. Makes sense if you receive the brunt of it.
Racism means a lot to me, from needing to label people (and thereby underlining one's subconcious bigotry) to denying it exists because it doesn't happen to you.
Like saying a black doctor or a woman CEO when race or gender is irrelevant to the point being made. And when white colleagues express that their workplace environment is racism-free, then put down their coworkers who disagree.
When I was 4 and my sister was 5 and just starting kindergarten, that was the year that the schools in our city were integrated. I can remember riding in the car to take my sister to her very first day of school and people picketing and shouting into our car that we were n****r lovers.
I had never heard that word before and my dad had to explain to 2 scared little girls that day that there are people who hate other people just because of their skin color.
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I was two. I am multiracial, but I was an American living abroad, so I heard many racist and xenophobic slurs.
Then I came to America to hear many racist and xenophobic slurs. Some things are international, I suppose.
I read once that people of color learn about racism at a much earlier age than those in the majority. Makes sense if you receive the brunt of it.
Racism means a lot to me, from needing to label people (and thereby underlining one's subconcious bigotry) to denying it exists because it doesn't happen to you.
Like saying a black doctor or a woman CEO when race or gender is irrelevant to the point being made. And when white colleagues express that their workplace environment is racism-free, then put down their coworkers who disagree.
When I was 4 and my sister was 5 and just starting kindergarten, that was the year that the schools in our city were integrated. I can remember riding in the car to take my sister to her very first day of school and people picketing and shouting into our car that we were n****r lovers.
I had never heard that word before and my dad had to explain to 2 scared little girls that day that there are people who hate other people just because of their skin color.
That was my first lesson about racism...