Narrative Essay About Racism

At the age of 10 I moved from upstate New York, a small town called Liverpool. In 1980 I do not remember many African Americans or blacks as we called them back then. They to identify themselves as black Americans back in the early 80’s. Growing up I had one friend going back and forth to school with who was black and we were in the same grade at a catholic school together. He lived next door to me. Well my father lost his job due to a plant closure. My father had brothers living and working in Louisiana. He packed us up moved to Westwego, Louisiana. A small town about 30 minutes from New Orleans. It is made up of poor and lower middle class White, Black, Spanish and Cajun types. Do you want to talk about culture shock for me? I moved into an apartment for the first time. I thought this was a hotel why we looked for a home. Nope this was home sweet home. This was my first realization that something is not right here. I remember asking my dad why we are living in the ghetto now. He just looked at me for a few minutes and said to me get my shoes we are going for a ride. My happiness was short lived because he took down to the true ghetto and showed me how the poor lived. That was eye opening experience …show more content…
I do believe the hurt, anger, and frustration of the minorities in my community I felt at an early age. I might not have understood what I was feeling but it was there. It still amaze me today that we are still fighting racism in America. As a society just from the economic side of things you think people would give up on racism. The cost of having disadvantage class is outstanding. If we can get everyone in the United States contributing to our young and there future I can see hope. We need to give and expose people to all types’ lives. We cannot lock large portions of our society off in projects. That breeds racism across the board and poverty for the people in