“Jump back over the border.”
“Bisexuals do not even exist.”
Throughout my life I have been told things such as this. Growing up in a predominantly white community, I encountered prejudice because of my sexuality, skin color, and religion. Even from at a young age, I remember incidents of prejudice. For example, during the first day of second grade, I remember a mother pointing at me and telling the teacher not to seat her daughter near me because I am a “Mexican”. At that age, I was ill prepared to stand up for myself and found that no one else wanted to defend me. Later in Middle School, a student began throwing pennies at me as a way of harassing me for my Jewish heritage. Jewish jokes became an accepted form of entertainment in classrooms. While the teachers remained bystanders, I began to fight. Confronting students about their bigotry, I asked, “How do you think that you are better than me? Is it because you are a racist?” The prevailing answer was silence. It is difficult to …show more content…
understand discrimination and easier to deny its existence if you have never experienced it.
While growing up in a community where I identify as a minority has been burdensome, it has developed me into a more
compassionate person who is able to combat discrimination and battle my own inadvertent prejudice.