The other day when I went to Walmart to pick up some supplies,🏪 I saw the clerk was a younger man, Caucasian with red hair. Somehow I had to react differently, viscerally to see a white clerk there – one who looked more like someone would work on a farm or on your car or repairing mechanical equipment.👨 I bet he owns a lot of guns, a four wheeler, likes bonfires and drinking beer. Probably lives out in country, maybe this is his second job to make ends meet and provide for his family. Certainly, cool guy to hang out with, a bro.

After I got back to my jacked up pickup truck, turned on engine, took a sigh, and realized how truly racist my attitudes were in the store.😐 Just because somebody is white or has red hair, doesn’t mean they’re any more of a decent person then an African American or Latino clerk. Certainly not all blacks are drug dealers who on the side work at Walmart to pretend to have a legitimate job. That’s just a terrible stereotype, often portrayed in the media. Many are not immigrants, many are not struggling to make ends meet.👬 Granted Walmart is famous for underpaying workers, but not every one there is a drug dealer or welfare queen.

Prejudice is a something I’ve struggled with for most of my adult life. 🚧I always have found it disconcerting to see an African American driving a pickup truck.🚛 Some how it violates my idea of the stereotype. It really kind of bothers me a lot, because I don’t think of myself as a racist or a bad person.😥 I don’t dislike people because of their race and would never intentionally treat a person differently based on their race. 🌐I think I should work to be more open minded and less prejudicial, but it’s hard to over-turn long-standing prejudices against the groups that different then myself.🗽