I was raised by my Guyanese step dad and I’ve always viewed myself as part of his family even though I am “white”. My real father on the other hand, is prejudice towards people “like him”. I remember coming home one night from seeing my dad deeply upset. Once I could catch a breath from all the crying, I told my mom that dad told me mean things about “black people”. He told me people of “color" are typically dangerous, dumb, in gangs, and up to no good. I was afraid to come home to my Guyanese step-dad who my father painted as a bad man. I knew right away there was something wrong with his thinking. Even my little cousin on my step dad’s side confided in me that she wished to be “white”. She lives in a mostly white area, and most of her life growing up she felt as though she was beneath her friends, that no white boy would ever find her pretty. To this day her words make me cry. It just goes to show you how much our culture has influenced our perception of people’s
I was raised by my Guyanese step dad and I’ve always viewed myself as part of his family even though I am “white”. My real father on the other hand, is prejudice towards people “like him”. I remember coming home one night from seeing my dad deeply upset. Once I could catch a breath from all the crying, I told my mom that dad told me mean things about “black people”. He told me people of “color" are typically dangerous, dumb, in gangs, and up to no good. I was afraid to come home to my Guyanese step-dad who my father painted as a bad man. I knew right away there was something wrong with his thinking. Even my little cousin on my step dad’s side confided in me that she wished to be “white”. She lives in a mostly white area, and most of her life growing up she felt as though she was beneath her friends, that no white boy would ever find her pretty. To this day her words make me cry. It just goes to show you how much our culture has influenced our perception of people’s