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Personal Narrative: How Racism Changed My Life
Since I was a little boy I often wondered why people treat people the way they do for better or for worse. This could be because of difference in personality, background, culture, and most apparent race. Racism has been an issue for thousands of years, and I would like to find a solution to this problem.
Originally growing up in a rural community, there was little diversity where i was from. From racist slurs to actually yelling at a minority, i could tell there was a problem at the age of 6. When my mom and I moved after my parents divorce, we lived in a primarily black community. Over the next six years of my life, I did not only expand my knowledge, but I learned how to accept and embrace others whom were different than myself. When I was

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