I was in the 5th grade when I first experienced racism in action. A couple of my friends and I went to a restaurant to have lunch. We all had just came from a cultural event and were wearing some of our finest foreign clothing. I felt great. People would stop us and tell us how wonderful we looked. My young, innocent mind filled with pride for my country and lifestyle. As we ate I put all my concentration on my friends who dined with me rather than my surroundings. Little did I know that there were three Caucasian couples also dinning together near us. Towards the end of our meal, things began to die down and I noticed the couples glaring at us strangely. I was a bit frightened, but not enough to tell anyone. When we were all finished eating
