Discussion in class

Today in class we had a discussion about racism. For one of the first times in my life, i felt speechless throughout the whole discussion. I usually am one to speak my mind and pump positive thoughts into a conversation. Today, i sat back and just thought to myself, tending to drift back and forth between the conversation and my own thoughts. It wasn't that i had nothing to add onto the conversation, it was more that i was afraid to add my own input. Even as a Caucasian male in today's society (to some- the highest social rank), i felt as though this conversation was deeper than expected. I feel the topic of racism can really not be explained, unless you are in the shoes of the one being chastised. Coming from a family who has had a long line of racist, uneducated ancestors, I feel as if I may be the first generation to truly realize that their is no difference between white, black, yellow, green, or blue. I see now that the hatred my ancestors had for these people was un-needed and in turn un-rational. Even now, as i have come across these concepts in my young life, i still do not feel competent enough to explain my thoughts on the subject, when in reality, i have never been subjected to racism in my life.