Personal Narrative: The African-American Classroom

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As a child raised in a predominantly African-American neighborhood, my initial encounter with people from other backgrounds occurred when the school district started bussing kids across the city to largely populated white schools. While this experience took us out of our neighborhood schools, it provided an opportunity to meet students from other races, ethnicities, and religions which were different from me. Interacting with kids from various backgrounds helped me to be more open to different perspectives and not to prejudge.
Additionally, the church I grew up in was very strict. Although I still hold on to some of the beliefs and practices, such as treating others with dignity and respect. However, I have since let go of some of the

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