Racism And The Black People Face : I Will Never Experience It For Myself
In the May of my senior year of high school, my graduating class took a trip to Denver, Colorado. We walked into a restaurant for dinner only to have all eyes on us as we entered and headed straight to bathrooms. It was something I had worried might have been because of how were dressed, but once our group of girls had a chance to talk I realized why; my class was majority black, and the patrons there were all white. An action like that is small, and hardly life threatening, but it spoke volumes to me that day. I grew up approximately thirty minutes outside of Atlanta, Georgia, in Douglas County. Like many surrounding counties, whites are in the minority. Because of this, I had never been bothered or believed by the racial stereotypes and fears that some people even my age have against African-Americans. Most of them were my friends who had never shied away from telling me their experiences and how they felt, and so I never…