DESCRIBE THE IMPACT THAT RACISM HAD ON YOU AS A YOUNG PERSON.
In August 1964, when I was ten, my family moved from Chicago to Jackson, Mississippi. My father was an FBI agent who was involved in the case of the three missing civil rights workers (aka: The "Mississippi Burning" Case). Until then, I had never had any significant contact with another race. Now I was suddenly thrust into a tumultuous world that was divided by race and class. Crossing racial lines was not just a radical social act; it could prove to be fatal. A thousand times a day, my fifth grade peers reminded me that African-Americans (they used the "n" word) were childish, dumb, not as "good" as white people, and a host of other condescending (at best) or insulting (at worst) characterizations.