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Grandfather's Racist Perspective                         As a six year old, I was learning to dribble a basketball and my grandfather told me I was pretty good for a white kid. That comment stuck with me into my high school years, when later I realized it was a racist comment. What he obviously meant was black players are better players than white players.

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Grandfather's Racist Perspective                         As a six year old, I was learning to dribble a basketball and my grandfather told me I was pretty good for a white kid. That comment stuck with me into my high school years, when later I realized it was a racist comment. What he obviously meant was black players are better players than white players.

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When I was 5 my grandma told me if your are brownskin you will be treated okay but not as good as you would if you are light skin and be thankful you are not  black black or you will get treated like trash in this life

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When I was 5 I was asked by my babysitter's neighbors what religion I am. They were also children. When I responded that I am Muslim, they told me that anyone who wasn't Christian would go to hell.

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I grew up in a very small Midwestern town that was segregated between white people and Hispanic people. We were told that it was best to keep the races separate.

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My primary school principal asking us to consider our fortunate space of having our parents know where we slept, when three young children under 7 had broken into the sports locker over night and damage

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My primary school principal asking us to consider our fortunate space of having our parents know where we slept, when three young children under 7 had broken into the sports locker over night and damage

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My Mom's family is Indian (Punjabi Sikh) and when growing up, skin lightening was a common topic and seemed to be talked about like it was normal for light skin to be prioritized.

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When I was a child, I grew up overseas, often in countries that were referred to as the "third world," or "developing." It wasn't until I was an adult that I challenged and questioned these thoughts, recognizing not only how problematic they were but also how subtly discriminative and oppressive they were. We just took them at face value when they were deeply oppressive and promoted "white saviorism" and white/european supremacism.

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I remember moving at a young age and when my parents were looking for houses I can vividly remember to conversation around where they were looking and why. Who they were buying from and why.

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One of my youngest memories was being at camp with my brother and sister, and other kids calling us "Japs". I didn't really know what it meant but I knew from their voices that they didn't think it was good.

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When I was in elementary school, my sister came home crying one day because her teacher questioned why she colored her leprechaun black when they were coloring them for St. Patrick's Day. I remember being confused because I didn't understand why the teachers was upset or mad that my sister's leprechaun was black. I figured if we had black Santas in our house during Christmas, why couldn't leprechauns be black either?

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I remember when my grandfather kept using a funny word to describe black people - a yiddish term - that I soon learned was inherently insulting and racist

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I remember my grandfather's disgust with McDonald's when they added the 'I'm Lovin' It' jingle to their commercials. He said it sounded like a 'rap' song and was associated with black people, and he couldn't believe they would do that. I was only 7 or 8 and at the time didn't understand why this would bother him so badly, but it stuck with me so clearly and I began to recognize his bias towards skin color from that moment on.

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As a white girl, race issues came up for me in college. because I went to a small white high school. I had black friends and a black boyfriend and I recalled a professor that called me out in class and told me to let "those boys" do their own school work and not do it for them. 

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As a white girl, race issues came up for me in college. because I went to a small white high school. I had black friends and a black boyfriend and I recalled a professor that called me out in class and told me to let "those boys" do their own school work and not do it for them. 

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I went to a mostly white, small, private college. When a person of color that my friends didn't recognize was on campus or at a party, it was automatically assumed there were "such and such's" friend from urban Chicago. Like, they couldn't possibly be a student at our small, private school.

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When I was 12, we were moving into a new condo building - a fancy one. My parents are immigrants with dark skin and thick accents. We had a sign on the building elevator asking tenants to use the stairs for a few hours, which was standard practice (the sign came from management) during moves. A white woman pushed past my mom and got onto the elevator with her. I could hear them arguing from down the hall. The woman was yelling at my mom, as my mom asked her to leave. By the time I ran up to the elevator, I saw my mom get thrown out of the elevator. We called the police and charges were filed. The white officer told me I couldn't have seen if the woman pushed my mom because I was too far away. The woman harassed us for weeks up to the court date. She even cornered me in the mailroom. The judge threw the case out because it was this woman's word against my mother's. My mother to this day thinks it's because of her latin last name and accent. I just remember learning throughout that situation that we didn't have a voice and that we would be harassed by white people without any ability to be protected.

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Growing up I was always asked "where are you *really* from? because of my looks. The way I look was never in line with people's perception of what my ethnicity or nationality should look like. I knew that my skin+hair color played a huge roll in my identity.

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The first time I talked about race was a simplified explanation centered on skin color and experience. My mom explained that because I was adopted I looked different. In the moment I remember being unconcerned but my reaction later evolving as I grew up and understood race.

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When I was going to Jewish Summer Camp it was 99% white people and it was never discussed why Jews of Color didn't come to the camp or if they did it was only for one summer and they didn't come back.

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When I was in high school I dated an Indian girl. My parents did not mind but my grandparents were very bothered and would make jokes constantly. They would talk about how it was just a phase and that i would "get my head straight" eventually.