Personal Narrative: My Personal Racism

First off, am going to say that I don’t think that I ever had any personal racism experience in my life. I don’t think that a white person every judge me to my face. Maybe behind my back they may have but not in my face. When I was growing up I have always heard the things about the white man's. It’s easier for a white man to get a job, white people don’t have problems, father issues, financial issues, relationship issues, white people don’t care about black people, it’s a white man world, Jesus is white, and other little things. But when I got in college things changed, I got saved in college. For the first time I looked at life differently. I never talked to a white person till I was 20 years old and I never had a white friend until I was 25 years old. I think that I had missed a lot and been brain watched. White people have problems just like black people do, white males have father issues, drug issues, mental issues, abuse, rape,
I was told that white man beat their woman, well for me, I have seen a black man in my home, family and community beat their woman. I grow up watching, listening and seeing my dad threat my mom like she is a slave and my mom stayed with him, and today they are still married. Many people think that's it’s a good thing, I think that it’s a waste of time. You stayed with a man that talk to you and beat on you. To see my mom cry, laid out on the couch after getting beat broke my heart. But that type of life made me a cold person. Thinking about killing people, fighting at school, I even to this day feel like beating woman is ok. I see fights at home, school and the streets. I have gotten into fights, fist fights with family members. Oh and I have a dad that don’t spend time with his son, talk to me like I am a slave, and then they wonder where I get my