This is a story about Racism

Racism I am tired of racism. It is rampant in all forms of society. Even here, in Canada, where racial bias supposedly does not exist. It is mostly hidden, existing almost exclusively in the minds of a few ignorant. Recently, however, I was victimized so blatantly that I had no choice to become enraged. Racism is nothing new to me. In the span of my entire life, I have been subjected to various forms of …

…was a gift from my parents. After all, my friend did drive a minute before I did past the same teller with a $60,000 car that his dad gave him. But of course, I am brown, I must have paid for the car by drug dealing. It is not imaginable that my father earned the money for the car in a legitimate fashion and gave it to me. Not at all. After all, I am brown.