Personal Narrative: Racism In Houston

Houston tx, born and raised , where i was thought to be respectful and honest .it was a small community where all kinds of races came along to live .All very polite and outgoing ,rarely the person who was disrespectful and a trouble finder . But nobody ever payed a bit of attention ,because they already knew how racist that person was ,and how much he liked to blame other race for his actions. My home was an amazing place to be when you were feeling low or alone . There you wouldn't feel alone because my 2 brothers and 3 sisters would make you feel at home .They would always make you laugh and forget about every little detail that made you stress. My sibblings were like a stress managment home . All the bad moments