Self-Story#2

In all honesty, my first recollection of racial differences wasn’t until I was about 8. Race wasn’t something that crossed my mind because I always looked at everybody as equal. Although there were many shades of skin in my classes and around my community it was never something that I stopped to think of until I started learning about it.

Once we started learning about racism and different races it opened my eyes. I soon learned that people who are the same as me on the inside but different on the outside got treated differently. Therefore, if someone had a darker shade of skin they wouldn’t get treated the same as lighter skin. I started to notice this on the playground, gym class, regular class. The children of darker shades were a minority. 

Unlike myself as a child, many sort and categorize. This shows the importance of teaching about race. In conclusion, there was no precise memory of noticing that others had different skin colour because I didn't recognize and categorize people or things like most. My community and school was very diverse and taught us from a young age that everyone is equal no matter what their race,gender, class etc. As I grew older, I learned that no matter what we do to change it, white people will always have unearned privileges. I find it saddening because I would love if everyone could actually be treated equally and have the same rights no matter what race, gender etc.