Black Person Narrative

Walking by the White House on Thanksgiving Day with my aunts, uncles and cousins, my uncle said out loud, “I spy with my little eye a black dot” and while it might not seem like so a big thing, my family knew what he was talking about, he was talking about President Obama. His kids and his wife laughed but I looked at my dad and he looked at me back with a serious face.
My uncle lives in Johns Creek, in a neighborhood where I have never seen a single black person in my life. Hanging out with my cousins and their friends I noticed that they weren’t the only ones with this mentality but a large percentage of their neighborhood had them as well. At around 11 at night we stopped at the Waffle House, It was the only place open, we ordered our food and we at a square table. All four of us began to crack jokes and were having a good time. As we laugh, My cousins shouts “Foreal Ni---,“ shocked at how loud he said it, I said “Hey calm down” and he responded with a simple “Ah, I don’t care.” As the people around us looked in our direction, I felt embarrassed, but I looked around the table and they seemed to not care at all. …show more content…
I live in Denver, Colorado, a city where I haven’t experienced or noticed a lot of racism. I thought it was an issue of the past but noticing my very own family and how they still have these ideas shocks