Personal Narrative: I Am Racist

Strange as it may seem, growing up in a racially mixed family made me unaware of how prevalent racism exists. Growing up in a white middle class family that included 3 adopted siblings of different races as well as living in many different parts of America including Puerto Rico clearly made my mindset seriously more open minded than a lot of people. So truly understanding racism must be personally experienced to grasp an inkling of it.
Living and working in the entertainment capital city in the world of Las Vegas, exposure to all different kinds of people is fabulous however the city has many layers of types of people. Lines are invisible to the naked eyes but in place to keep people who live here at odds with one another especially in the work places. Hate is prevalent and practiced reminding those where their "place " is according to their race. At my place of work, once new people are hired, a certain supervisor will tell new employees negative stereotypes regarding fellow supervisors. Mine is I am racist. Of course, management was informed however documented only, no counseling with said employee occurred.
So, my story begins, a diet office clerk developed a crush on a patient. This patient is in and out of the hospital for various pre-existing conditions. The diet clerk would call the patient and vice-versa for food orders. This resulted in the patient receiving many trays of food including prohibited food items as well. Patient is a diabetic. After following procedures and discovering this patient's food was not approved by a charge nurse as told to me by the diet clerk, I told the nurse the patient is a diabetic. The charge nurse reviewed the patients records to discover his blood count was 356. Diet order stated GI soft foods only, no mention of pre-existing diabetes. Diet order promptly