My Family Is Racist
Sadly for me, it was being racist. My mother was born in 1944, so she grew up with it being ‘normal.’ I was born when she was 47, so I had no chance. My entire family is racist, and for the longest time, I thought it was normal.
I remember being in primary school and calling someone a chocolate cake and laughing about it because that’s how I was brought up. I’m 28 now, and I will always feel disgusted with how I was told it was normal. I do my best to try and show respect to everyone now, no matter the skin.
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