Here is a story from a girl who is white and her parents move into a different area she wasn’t use to all and she realize at a young age that she had a good life her school was much better then the area, here is her story. "I grew up in Richmond, California, just outside of an area known as the “Iron Triangle”, a ghetto/war zone bordered by railroad tracks forming a rough triangle, which is how it got its name. This is my hometown.
I never realized as a kid that I was different than everyone else who lived in my neighborhood. Everyone, except for a white lesbian couple who had moved to the area to build parks …show more content…
“They’re Hispanics or Latinos,” I would say, because I didn’t want to make my dad angry by actually calling him out. He had a temper. He would never say things about black people, though. I’m sure he recognized that as racism, but I think he justified his bigotry towards Hispanics simply because they weren’t black. It was strange – both my parents were authentic, 60s Berkeley hippies, and they imprinted on me certain things from a young age: Republicans are bad. Gay people are normal. Always say “boo” when you hear George Bush on the