My Spectrum Of Diversity Essay

My spectrum of diversity did not reach its full potential until I got to college. Growing up in a predominantly white community, I never experienced anything outside of the familiarity of that community. Although it was never said outright, I knew that white people spent most of their time with mostly other white people and other races followed suit.

I have always felt like I was part of a majority group. Almost everywhere I have ever gone in life, there has always been someone with the same and or similar characteristics that I have. I am a white, Christian, heterosexual female. These attributes place me in a majority class that is typical to the American society.

I grew up in Henderson, North Carolina which is a small town in the northern …show more content…
I am sure that my parents are biased towards the white community, my dad more so than my mom. I have never heard my mother talk negatively about another race. If anything, she has taught me to break stereotypes about someone before meeting them. My father on the other hand was born ten years before my mother. I remember how he would express various discriminating comments about other races in front of me. I feel like the comments made by father are made out of pure ignorance. He will judge someone on their appearance before ever meeting them. Living in a household where my parents had mixed views on race, caused me to struggle growing up, especially in high school. High school is a place where students are trying to find their place in life. During high school, I chose to follow more of my father’s views. I never said rude things to someone because of their race, but I never ventured out to make friends with people of different races like my mother. I stuck close with people who looked liked me, people who acted like me, and people who made me feel like I belonged. I will admit that I am ashamed of my actions and how I portrayed people of different races during my high school years. For example, I have walked past a white man carrying a rifle and thought nothing about it, but when I saw a black man in a parking lot, I would be the first one to lock my doors. My views were not as radical when I got older, but they were still in the back of my