Elementary school. I'm white/hispanic but I look completely white with blue eyes. Father is white and mother is hispanic. Elementary school was probably the worst part of my life. I was one of 3 white kids at my school. I was overwhelmed by how I was hated just for being white. I hated it even more that they denied my hispanic heritage.

Growing up the only white person around me was my dad. His family lived on the other side of the US so I never saw them. I was super close to my Hispanic side of the family. I love them too death. My neighbors were a huge black family that my parents and I got really close. I'd be at there house a lot. They defended me alot growing up.

Now, because of how I was put down all the time for being white, I started getting really resentful towards Hispanics that weren't related to me. I started rejecting my Hispanic side. The racism that was directed to me was making me racist in its own way. My feelings of hate were always there but I never acted it out, I'd end up just avoiding Hispanic that were toxic towards me, but the ones that weren't I would have no ill will to.

Fast forward towards middle school. The hate left. After watching all these people, I felt no hate anymore, but still hate towards me, but I didn't care. I started coming to the conclusion that racism was literally formed from ignorance and a severe lack of intelligence. I stopped blaming a groups of people. Each individual person is different.

This was around the 2000's. Im very tired and have been drinking a tad, so hopefully i didn't write this terriblely.