Reflection On Prejudice

A Burden

I was raised in a household that didn’t see color nor ethnicity. We were raised in order to respect cultures and do anything we can for equality and equity. Growing up, my brothers and I always had to go to events my mom organized to raise money for children who didn’t necessarily have the opportunity to eat breakfast every morning. My mom always reminded us that not everyone had the same luxury as us. This didn’t mean money, gold, and riches. This type of luxury my mom described as food and a roof over our heads. That’s the type of family and home we were raised in.

Also, my neighborhood, Notre-Dame-De-Grace, is very diverse and you can’t really notice a specific ethnicity that is more common than others. I went to my neighborhood’s public high school because my mom was against private schools – she always said they didn’t represent the real world enough. In St-Luc, my high school, there were more minorities than anything else. Even the teachers were from all over the globe – which is surprising, because in other schools, teachers are usually majority white.

I was always aware of racism and sexism and against it. Like I said, my mom is very pro-equality and pro-equity. My dad, on the other hand…

I wouldn’t say my dad is racist, he isn’t – he is a little ignorant when it comes to the subject. However, he is 100% – well, close to 100% – sexist. His famous sentence was always: “I’m not sexist, but in my house, I become sexist” or “hiring a woman is a burden. What if