If there is one place where racism begins, outside of how or why it began in the history of this world, where it continues, it is within our own family dynamics. The stories we tell ourselves and our children are passed down through generations. They become part of our belief systems and our beliefs define us as the individuals we are.
Have you allowed someone else's beliefs to become your own? Why? Was it because of the conversations that took place in your home? We're you taught to fear the unknown by calling it names or putting it down, so you could feel better about your beliefs?