When I was in the eighth grade, Brennan Kutterer, my friend, and I travelled to Denver with my parents. Denver’s population is full of African Americans whom interested us (interested us for the wrong reasons). So, immaturely, we started talking about the people like they belonged to us. “Look, that’s a big ol nigga over there.” My dad heard us talking about them and told us that if one of them were to hear us, we would get our asses beat. It was disrespectful and immoral to talk about a person like that, and it didn’t help that it was the first time that either of us had seen an African American in first person. I then realized that my dad was right: if we lived in a more African American populated area, we would be in some serious trouble. I thought about how’d I feel if a different race had a slang term that was offensive and rude for white people. I thought about how’d I feel if people constantly grimaced at me and mumbled things under their breath. Well, the reality is that black people are treated that way all across the United States but more so in