Race And Ethnicity Reflection

Reflection on Race and Ethnicity I am a smart, outgoing and caring person. My race is African-American but I prefer the term black. The term black works for me because I know I have a great-grandmother that is Native-American. The term African-American just sounds too narrow. And to be honest my race is important but it is not something that I talk about a lot. Considering that, when I was younger I went to my neighborhood schools. So majority of the kids around me were my race. I never once experienced racism as a young child. If I can recall the time I realized my race was when I was in fifth grade and we begin to learn about black history and how they were mistreated. I never knew that people could be so mistreated because of their race, gender or even religion. With learning how blacks
But I would have talks with my mom and she would explain how times are a bit different now. And not every white person is a racist. My mom always taught me treat everyone how you would want to be treated. I realized she was right over time growing up. Making friends with people other than my race didn’t seem impossible anymore. To me when kids learn history such as black history, it could change them as people and their protectives in life. In addition, I am a middle class female. I went to one private school for a short period of time, then I went to public schools for the reminder of my education. I think being a female in public schools we have the upper-hand. In a lot of my public schools boys didn’t take school serious. Don’t get me wrong I knew some smart boys that did well in public schools but there was definitely a higher rate of girls that would excel in classes. I always would strive to be the best in all my classes. So, being a female influenced me to work hard because I knew I had standards to