And afterall, we all bleed red.

Jorge
Grand Rapids, MI

I am Hispanic and proud to be so. Growing up I realized that my skin was darker than my brothers’ and many others in the family and from very early on (growing up in El Salvador, my beloved but racist little country) I was aware that the color of one’s skin can mean so much more than just that… Now I live in the US and have become even more aware of all the different racial backgrounds, ethnicities and cultures that surround us and despite how many different ways we rationalize what race means, it all seems to come down to one simple thought: we all bleed red and all have the dream of living a worthwhile meaningful life. If only we all opened our eyes…


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