The first time I experienced racism is one that I will never forget.
I was in elementary school, just a kid. One of my friends was having friends over. I expected an invitation, but it never came. Finally, she told me that I couldn't come. Her parents didn't like black people and since I was black, I wasn't allowed to set foot inside their house. Isn't it crazy to believe that because of the color of my skin it determines whether or not I am welcomed in someone's home or not?
This is incredibly new to me, being able to sit down and tell my story.