Growing up in a predominantly white town, race was not a topic of much discussion in the classroom. My parents were good role models to me and my brother and did not hide us from the world outside the “bubble” of our town, but the rest of my town seemed to pretend that race was not an issue since it did not directly affect them. Until college, I had never had a class with someone who was not white. I did not understand the extent of racism in America because in my town we did not talk about it or see it, but rather acted as if it did not exist. It wasn’t until college that I realized that this silence and neglect of conversation was in itself, a form of racism.