Race and Your Community
I am a 23 year old Caucasian female. I was born in Woonsocket Rhode Island, a city about 1000 miles from where I live today. I was raised in a small town called Burrillville in the state of Rhode Island. My mother was born and raised in a town about 30 minutes away called Bellingham in the state of Massachusetts. My father was born and raised in a town about 10 minutes away called North Smithfield.
Burrillville, the town that I grew up in was comprised of men, women, and children from all across the wealth spectrum. There were low income, middle, and upper class families. My mother did not raise me to see the differences of my peers and members of the community negatively, so when I look back I do not see that my peers were that different from myself. The only real difference was that the children with parents who had more money wore more expensive clothes. Up until high school only two of my class mates were African American and only one of my classmates was Asian. During high school I had four Asian American class mates and three African American. Hispanic Americans were not seen in Burrillville until a few years later.
When I was in Middle School I played Soccer for the Pink Panthers, an all girl recreational team. The team was made of girls between 12 and 14 years old. I was 12 at the time so some of the girls were older than me. We played against recreational teams from all across Rhode Island. Whenever we played against teams from Providence or Cranston we cringed. It always felt like the girls on those teams would do anything to get you out of the game without causing their team to get penalties. Those girls were mean. Now, to actually say it I feel almost wrong but the girls on those teams were African American and Hispanic American.
I was brought up to understand that everyone is different and no matter how someone else is different his or her differences are a good thing. I tend to get...