Grateful for Painful Cultureshock Down South

Audrey A Fischer,
Wilson, NC.

When I lived in Virginia Beach, I didn’t notice race. Up north, it was so institutionalized that I barely knew any People of Colour. When I came down south in the eighth grade, I suddenly was the largest group, but our school was 60 or so percent minority. I was called a cracker a few times, I heard colored people using ‘nigga’ in conversation. I was about as confused as a girl can be. Then I decided I wanted to know more about race. I learned things on the internet and began socializing with other groups, but the thing is I’m afraid to talk about race. I’ve become a little bit racist and I’m ashamed of it and I want to learn, but I can’t bring myself to ask. Open conversations are so hard because I feel like if I open my big, fat, unoppressed and privileged mouth I’ll seem more racist than Trump. I dont want my coloured friends to tell me how all coloured people feel, but just how they personally feel. It’s sad, and I don’t know what to do, but I’m glad I’m not so ignorant as I was up north


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