Thanks, Papa: A Reflective Essay Regarding Race Relations

By: Bailey Hendricks, February 2017

I was born and raised in a county in Maryland known for its abundance of farm land and flannel wearing- tractor-riding folk. In school, I wasn’t exposed to very much diversity other than the one black person in my grade and the one history lesson we learned each year about Martin Luther King Junior to answer kids’ questions about why we didn’t have school the next day. The diversity and differing culture I was exposed to, however, came from my own home. My mom married an Indian man named Savio in the summer of 2007.

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