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People in general think I am my nephew's babysitter because I am Hispanic

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old children's literature or songs with racist themes, introduced by my grandmother

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old children's literature or songs with racist themes, introduced by my grandmother

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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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I was five or six and my parents regularly had their black friend over for dinner.  There were not any other black people in our neighborhood and they talked to me and my sister about equality and being kind to all types of people.

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We don't go there, it's not a place for us"

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I had a friend in kindergarten who was from 'the Rez', and my family was walking on eggshells to explain to me what that meant, much more comfortable letting my friend visit our home than considering me visiting him.

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hearing adults in our neighborhood talk about the Black family that was moving in.

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Growing up half indian and half white we often made jokes about being "indian smart" or aligning with a model minority myth

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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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I grew up in a very white town in northern Michigan and grew up near a reservation—while I associate all of the experiences I had as a child learning about indigenous culture, it was still clear that our lives and those of indigenous people in our community were separate and not shared. Otherwise, I received negative and similarly separating messages about the cities my parents grew up in (Flint & Detroit).

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I was in 5th grade in a choir downtown. It was my first experience with a group of kids who did not look like me. I was trying to hang out with a group of girls who were black, and I remember them calling me a stupid white girl. I over compensated by trying to be "nicer" and it was the first time I remember noticing there was a difference.

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A little girl put gum in my hair on the bus and called me Colored. I remember my grandma taking me back to the school to demand something be done. I remember them threatening her to leave and her refusing.

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I remember going outside for recess and a student told the entire class not to play with me and my sister because we were darker than them.

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My immediate family knew not to talk about race around my great-grandparents, and passed this on to the younger generation without explaining why. Avoiding the topics due to racist family members may have had just as much of an impact as if we had heard those reactions directly from them.

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I was asked, "What are you?" a lot growing up. It never really bothered me because I thought people were just curious and I just answered honestly. But looking back now, I realize that it might have meant that those kids recognized me as "not normal" in the small midwestern town I grew up in.

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I remember when I was young, maybe in middle school, there was a video that went viral of a little girl who was just learning how to speak, and somebody who I assume was her father behind the camera asking her to say sentences like, "get a job, sparkling wiggle"....only it didn't sound like those words. This was the first time I had heard of the N word, and negative associated biases with people of color. I saw everyone around me laughing and I wanted to fit in so I laughed to. I realize this early memory instilled some bias in my mind. A damaging video/trend/cultural message, no doubt!!

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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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My mom always locked the car doors when we entered the predominantly black neighborhood that we crossed though to get places.

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Being told I couldn't leave the apartment alone because of what the other neighbors thought of us.

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In first grade, we were at recess and a white girl was inviting kids to her birthday party. She said she couldn't invite me because her parents didn't like Black people. She then proceeded to inform me that the KKK lived in houses behind the playground (no fencing) and that they also didn't like Black people. "They were there to protect us and to kill niggers." I was 7 years old in the 80's in Durham, NC. This was NOT long ago.

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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.

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My sister was with a black man. Years into their relationship, she got pregnant. I remember my parents, my father specifically, shunning her because she was carrying a black child. I was 10. This created so much confusion to me because before that I didn't understand why the color of the baby mattered.

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We loved going to the library in downtown growing up. My mom never let us go anywhere other than the library because "that part of town" wasn't safe. Looking back now it was a predominately black and poor neighborhood.