Growing Up Ignorant
Throughout my life I have usually been on the receiving end of racist comments.

In eighth grade I had to go to a public school because of moving reasons, and
that is where the comments started. I could honestly say that it was the worst
experience in my life. Their were only two African American kids in my class, I
was one of them. The other kid was also afro American, but the catch there was
that he was a well known football player. I also played football, but I wasn't
the all-pro quarter back. Since he was so good and so well know no one ever said
a word to him. The first day at Richland(the name of the school which I went to)
everyone was nice to me. The first couple days were great ; Everyone was so
friendly and willing to accept me. Going into the second week I met this girl

Amber, she was beautiful. I was sitting at the lunch table one day and she
walked by and I commented on how hot she was. One kid, who I thought was my
friend, said, "Since you are new here, I will let that go." I
responded, "What do you mean?" Chad said, "I like Amber also, and
whoever I like no one tries stepping in, do you understand?" "Whatever
dude...", I said. Chad said, "Now listen, I like you and it is better
off that way." So naturally I did what I wanted to do, I asked Amber for
her number. That weekend Amber and I went out on a date. I sure did have a good
time. That following Monday, Chad heard about the date and flipped out. Just
after second period heard someone yell, "HEY NIGGER, YOU ARE GOING TO

DIE!!!!" I sort of had an idea who said it, but I just ignored it and kept
walking. A second later someone pushes me to the floor. I turned around and Chad
was standing there. Chad said, "I warned you, you black piece of
*censored*." I naturally backed off because it wasn't worth fighting about.

From that point on everyone considered me the "Wimp who can't stand up for
himself." For the rest of the year my life was a living hell. The only time
anyone talked to me is when someone would make a racist comment. Half way
through football season I quit because I was treated like crap from my fellow
football members and coach. Later on that year a kid named Matt Flynn made a
racial comment. I was in such a bad mood so I punched him in the face. The fight
was broken up right away, and we were both sent to the principal's office. When
we got there, I was the one that was punished and Matt was left off with no
punishment. I found out later that week that the principal was racist against
black people. I had no idea what to do, so I just left it go and told no one.

Both my parents and the school guidance counselor noticed that I was having some
problems. I refused to tell anyone what was a matter, and I told everyone just
to leave me alone. That was the first time that I ever felt ashamed about being
black. I felt like I was the most worthless thing in the world. I didn't know
what to do. I was not only having problems in school, I was also having family
problems. I heard my parents say things about me that I thought I would never
hear in my life. Then I started thinking about who in my life really cared.

Memories Of my father and I going hunting, the good times my cousin Greg and I
had together, and the things that my two brothers, Ben and Dave, have done for
me. About a month later, I looked at everyone that pick on me. I noticed that
the kids, I went to school with at Richland, were totally ignorant about racism.

The kids at Richland were never taught what discrimination could do to someone,
mentally and physically. In the world today, their are a variety of stereotypes
put on all races. Ignorance is the origin of these stereotypes. Kids today
should be educated on what racial discrimination could do to someone. In Ronald

Takaki's article A Different Mirror he says "'...white Americans will
become a minority group'"(p. 334). "By 2056, most Americans will trace
their descent