I am a black male who was born in a developed country. As I was growing up, I noticed that my neighbors and friends had the same moral standards and beliefs. Many Caucasians and a few Hispanics and Asians were part of the community as well. In my family, I was taught that all people should be respected and treated as equals. Most of the people in my community lived well together and were not racist. There were also a few adopted children from Africa who we would play games like baseball with. While growing up, we did not look at the color of skin or one’s race. We were close friends who had sleepovers, played video games together and ate at each other’s houses. We also did outdoor activities like going fishing, playing football and playing tennis, just like any other normal children. When we misbehaved either at school or at home, our teachers, parents or the parents of our friends would punish us by whopping our butts. We were taught to say respectful words like ‘thank you’ and ‘please’. Insecurity was not a problem, and therefore we would leave the door to the house unlocked when we left the house or went to sleep. If a friend had not finished their chores such as cleaning their room or taking out the trash, we would help them.
Being a small community, the local paper definitely represented the people and the activities that went on in the community. The local paper and the local television and radio stations reported on the good and bad activities that were going on. The local papers, television and radio stations reported on the local weather. Sometimes, the children from the community were involved by the media in that the radio and television stations would let the kids report on the weather. There was no racial bias in selecting the children who would report the weather. My community is the best place to raise a child, because the people are hospitable, kind and helpful.
Even as minorities, I, as well as the minority Hispanics and