I was lucky. My brother and I were raised by our grandparents and they would have college students over for Sunday dinner and I met lots of different cultures from a young age. I still remember the two men from Kenya they had over and I loved their accents and hearing about life in Kenya. I’ve never understood racism because from a young age, I learned that we are all human beings. My girlfriend is black and her family accepted me without question and I love them like my own. I judge people solely by their actions, nothing else. I hate it that minorities have to change to try to “fit in” because I love the differences in cultures. It is like an intellectual buffet to me to experience different cultures and the different views and ways they do things. Open minds lead to open hearts.