August 11, 2019
My Life as a Racist
By Sharon Schultz
I have never thought of myself as racist, but in recent times, when everyone and his siblings seem to be designated as racist, I began to wonder if I ever had tendencies to think that way. I checked the definition, and it seems that most commonly, the word is used to describe people who are prejudiced or have dislike for others of a different race.
In my formative years, I recall no prejudice, because I don't remember instances in which I was exposed to those who were racially different. Like most young children, I was always asking questions. Why was that man in a wheelchair? Why does she have gray hair and so many wrinkles? Why is his skin different from mine? But I don't think I considered those others as less than myself — just different. Is awareness of difference a prejudice? My childish mind probably did not think of myself as better or worse than those people. I simply started to become aware that not everyone is the same in this world.
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