I think it is less complicated to say “I am a sexist” than “I am a racist”. It is something I have always felt but didn’t ever know how to express. For a person who’s very open minded I tend to fall back into an ignorant mindset. At times I can be very racist. When I was younger my grandmother always had a problem with dark skin people. She would always disparage them and make them seem as a minutia to this world. Unfortunately I began to carry with her false beliefs. There is always something about those general stereotypes that people have buried within their minds that makes “the others” very different from you. In my case, the others would have to be African Americas. Being young and living in a place with strictly minorities I learned through my ethnicity that African Americans are being looked at as obnoxious and very pest like.
Every time me and my grandmother would walk down Harlem on the East and West side she would mention how she was right on disliking them. There would be homeless, bad smell and garbage everywhere. They would be hollering or someone would be robbing another one. This is when I began to think like her, she seemed very right. She felt that because she was part of a minority group she didn’t have the rights to behave the way they do. I began to believe her. Now that I am more of an adult I feel like she was wrong. Not everyone is the way they are due to their ethnicity. I first spoke to an African American when I was in High School and I began to see that not everything was just how she described to me. I wont find myself hanging out with an African American because somewhere deep in me I have a little bit of my grandmother in me. I honestly wouldn’t judge but in order to have a piece of mind I would stray if there’s nothing positive.