@Lilkanyon,
I am going to tell you of my first racist experience that I am guilty of feeling.
I mentioned before, I grew up in deep south LA. In my time, (I have been gone over 20 years now), I never met a mexican, or a Latino. I met my first Jew when I was 21. Black, white, and vietnamese is pretty much the racial stucture at this point.
I moved to CA where I all my co-workers were black. I am very comfortable with black people. I grew up with them, enjoyed their spirit and their differences to me. I was not scared of black people. Even was the only white girl in a night club in Oakland with my black girlfriends. I have no racism towards blacks at all.
Fast forward a couple years, and my future hubby and I move to Tucson, AZ. Now, its new diversity of people I have NO experience with. I was scared of Mexicans. I admit it. I didnt understand their culture, their language, their upbringing.
My hubby and I pulled up to this grocery store in the middle of ghetto Mexican neighborhood. If it had beed a black neighborhood, I would not have cared about locking the doors. But here? He went in the store, I stayed in the truck and locked the doors. I didnt u derstand the people. Therefore I didnt trust them. Is that racist?