Growing up in a Russian Jewish family I have been through quite a rollercoaster. Most of the Russian people I met are the most judgmental, rudest, heartless, racist humans in the world. There is a reason why I have never gotten along with Russian people my age and have never dated a Russian or had a Russian friend because of how ignorant and judgmental they are. They are sneaky, aggressive, and cold.
I was told from a young age that all black people are monkeys and how they steal taxpayers money. I was told to walk closer to them when passing a black man. I grew up with this mentality that all black people are bad.
It was not until I was taken away from my abusive parents and placed in a foster home with people that happened to be black that changed my mind. When I found out the family was black, I was a bit nervous just because of what has been put in my head from being a little girl. That nervousness went away real quickly when they treated me better in two whole days than my parents did my whole life.
The whole time I stayed with them, they gave nothing but love, attention, and support to me, and made me feel a way I never felt from my real parents.
That is when I learned love and being kind has no color. Being told black people are the meanest and scariest people to totally prove my real parents wrong. My foster mom gave me motherly attention like brushing my hair and hugging me, things my real mom never did, and my foster dad gave me fatherly advice and actually started teaching me how to drive which my real parents refused because they did not want to "deal with the stress".
When you hear a child say something racist, instead of being mad, educate them because it is not their fault they believe those things. I was that child, and am no longer that child.
