Something that I am ashamed of is the racism that exists in my extended family. I remember one summer, I went to stay with my aunt and uncle in another state. Before I left, I hugged my neighbor goodbye, a young, male of a certain ethnic group. When we arrived at my cousins house, they took me aside and told me that I was disrespecting the family to hug my friend. They said that they weren't even allowed to have certain ethnic groups over in the house. Not only was I shocked but I felt dirty myself. It was like having slime poured over the top of my head. I was just disgusted.
There are certain people in my family(and they are among the better educated members) who I really wish that I could disown. All I can do now is avoid them.
Even writing out the above story makes me feel just horrible and ashamed of my family.
I think that racism is partially a choice. My family was racist but I chose not to be racist. Judging someone's worth based on silly criteria like the color of their skin or their nationality has never made sense to me.
There are certain people in my family(and they are among the better educated members) who I really wish that I could disown. All I can do now is avoid them.
Even writing out the above story makes me feel just horrible and ashamed of my family.
I think that racism is partially a choice. My family was racist but I chose not to be racist. Judging someone's worth based on silly criteria like the color of their skin or their nationality has never made sense to me.
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