"Don't judge a book by its cover"

In 2000,something I have been dreaming of since I was little had finally become a reality.I never had been happy like that in all my life.As I was getting ready to take my plane to the land of opportunity that so many people were talking about,my mother's friend told my mother."don't be too happy for your daughter , you should actually pray for her , white people are evil againts black."Suddendly I became afraid and confused.When I actually came to america for the first time , I would only talk to my dad and other family menbers.I wouldn't talk to strangers;I wouldn't even go outside of my door without my dad.The statement my mother'sfriend made before I came here stuck in my head.I became paranoid about it.When I was on the street ;I wouldn't make any eye contact with white people.I was scared to say"hi" to them.When I went somewhere , in class , church,any place I would distance myself , so I wouldn't have any contact with them or smiled at them.Sometimes I asked myself"how long can I live here like that , I am so afraid and they are all over the place."In 2000-2001 I joined Massasoit Community College ; my first lovely teacher was JOYCE ANDERSON.Did I say lovely teacher?yes she was indeed lovely and WHITE.With my teacher I realized my mother's friend was not telling the truth.At the cafeteria I saw black , yellow , brown and white people were having fun.I saw interracial couples and partners with children.The person , whom helped me financially , after my stepmother kicked me out of her house , was my WHITE teacher.She called me everyday to make sure I was okay.She even wanted me to come and live with her.She was not evil;she loved me and had so much compassion for me.Ido believe that racism is well alive , it's not only white people but , it's vice versa.I have being living here for the past 9years.As a black woman in United States I experienced racism.But , I also met some very good , nice , lovable , educated , funny , helful , passionate , sentimental white people.When it omes to my mother's friend it was simply ignorance , jealousy , lack of information about diversity or education itself.If I did not come here to understand and learn about diversity and people from different background , I could have started talking like my mother's friend.