To be honest, this class was surprisingly difficult for me at times. Difficult to have an opinion other than, “racism is wrong and wouldn’t it be a perfect world if it didn’t happen”. Difficult to come up with things to say in class because it felt like anything I would have said would have just been beating a dead horse. I often thought “what’s the purpose of talking about all of this if we’re not coming up with a solution?” Everyone knows that racism and discrimination happens. But I started hearing facts and numbers that gave me a better look into something that I realized I don’t spend much time thinking about. This class helped me realize a lot about myself. I noticed right away that it was difficult for me to have an opinion like I said before, which sent me on a semester long quest to dissect why that it. Is it that my mom didn’t really teach me anything about the subject (to be racist or not racist)? Was it because I grew up in a white neighborhood? I’ve never really defined someone by their skin color that I’ve been aware of. I’m still tossing these ideas around trying to find a more defining answer. I am truly glad that this class wasn’t just full of facts and dates to spit back to the teacher on a test, but rather it was applicable to my life. I was able to look at my life and behavior through the concepts talked about in class. It was truly a pleasure to be in a class with such honest, quirky and funny people. A good experience.
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