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Personal Narrative When you live in a sheltered household and go to a strict Christian based private school, there are some subjects that aren’t taught to the full extent sp you wouldn't be aware of the negative aspects of the actions and/or words that are said to you. Growing up, there are some words and sayings that you can keep or just let it fly past you. But for some reason, there was a word that had stayed with me for a long time and it wasn't until I was eighteen, taking a class at the time when I lived there to realize it’s meaning. Recalling the moment it was around my seventh or eighth grade year. I was working on a math assignment that I was struggling on. Now, I was wearing a bandana at the time since why not? But as I worked, one of the teacher’s who was temporarily watching the class came up to me and asked me infront of everyone who was at the table asking how come I came to school looking like an Aunt Jemima. Not knowing the full meaning, I was confused but for an apparent reason, I felt offended. But I didn’t say anything about it for I already dealing with personal problems that had affected me. …show more content…

I had moved to Boston temporarily to help take care of my grandmother for a couple of month and I decided that I should at least take a class there on which I did. The class I took was a multicultural class and while we were having a discussion he was bringing up words that are used against blacks which heavily degraded them. As he was naming the words and telling the meaning, the word ‘Aunt Jemima’ came up and I looked a tad bit confused. So I questioned it and also brought up my experience from around the 7th to 8th grade. To be honest, I never had seen a teacher get so upset. And I don’t blame him. Aunt Jemima was a derogatory name for a black female, it was literally calling them a mammy. Now personally I would explain it but it’s one of the words that I personally despise with a

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