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What Is The Reflection Of My Race And Culture?

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Most textbooks will point out that I am a member of the most racially unaware group in America. As a white, heterosexual, male, it seems like everyone targets you as a racist, sexist, or homophobe. The truth is from a historical context I completely understand where people would gather enough information to make those generalizations, but in the back of my head I always think that I did not really have a choice in my race or gender. Johnson (2006) points out that individuals who are privileged rarely recognize that they have benefited from that privilege. Looking back on my life it seems difficult to describe it as privileged, but reflecting on my past has made me understand some things about my awareness of other races and cultures. My first real memories are of my parents divorcing when I was four. My mom left and moved to Vicksburg, which was an hour from where we lived. Up until that point, we lived in a house that my maternal grandfather owned. Within weeks we had to find a new placed to live. My sister and I lived with my dad’s parents for long periods of time because my dad often worked several jobs trying to save enough money to get a new house. For several years, my grandparents acted as parents when my dad was way. Both of my grandparents were born in Jones County, Mississippi in the late 1930’s. They were both still working. My grandfather worked as a guard at the Rankin County Jail. My grandmother worked as a line cook for

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