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Reflective Essay
Tatiana DeDera
Professor Bleak
I was born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. While Las Vegas is known to be a tourist hot-
spot, bustling with people of different races and ethnicities who come to marvel at the Strip’s
glowing lights, hotel-casinos, and five-star rated entertainment industries, I grew up in what one
could consider the “suburbs” of Vegas. It was a district of the city that any civilian would be
considered lucky to live in—where the privileged were able to basque in their two-story, picket
fenced homes. In other words, it was the district of white people. However, I am the offspring of
an interracial marriage. Being the mixed daughter of a black and white couple guaranteed that I
wouldn't receive the amount of privilege that other people my age would take receipt of. The
biggest kicker of all was that I was the only black student in my grade while attending the K-8
Catholic school, located around the corner from my neighborhood. The demographic of my
home and school brought upon many social characteristics which negatively shaped my
worldview. I wasn’t exposed to other kids that shared my race or any people who believed in
other religions. I had a very biased and strict understanding of the world. Priest, deacons, and
private school teachers were the people in control of my knowledge and had the most influence
on my life. I was taught to condone and look down on others through the school’s
institutionalized racism and religious discrimination, yet I fell into the category of “others” in
which we were looking down upon. It was ironic that my parents sent me to a Catholic school in
hopes of shielding me from the darkness of the world, yet I was bullied for my race and
perceived by my peers as the ghetto, sassy, ratchet, loud, and aggressive student; all which are
racist black stereotypes that did not fit my character at all. I felt as though I had to conform at
my peers would fail to find ways in which I was similar to them and would only judge me by my
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experience it in high school when I was exposed to other people of color and followers of other
religions. The most enriching part of it all was that this communication demanded respect and
mutual acceptance. I understood cultural diversity and grew an awareness and curiosity to
individual cultures. As a future educator, I will ensure that my students, their backgrounds, and
the various cultural aspects they bring to the classroom will be respected and acknowledged. The
world is becoming interconnected and the future generations must be taught that we are all equal
I would define culture as a specific group of peoples norms, traditions, beliefs and
behaviors. This group of people can be bound together by ethnicity, geographical location, race,
etc. There is a strong relationship between culture and education, which many people fail to see.
The education we revive and the life lessons we are taught constructs the way we view our
culture and others. Through education we must bring a positive awareness to culture. We
shouldn’t have to wait until college in order to explore the vast subject of anthropology. Students
should be taught to celebrate different cultures while the minds are still being developed. It is the
lack of acknowledgment and celebration which creates prejudice and biased minds. People
should feel as though they can be accepted into groups that shape their identity. For example, in
high school I was finally able to meet peers that where black/mixed. I felt as though I could feel
accepted and confident in my race, instead of feeling the need to conform to the majority.
Furthermore, people can belong to more than one group that shapes their identity. Apart from
race, I was also able to feel accepted with those who shared my ideological beliefs. Belonging to
these cultural groups gave me a sense of power, which was contrary to what the connotation of
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“power” previously meant to me. When I used to hear the word “power,” I used to think of God,
priests, and my teachers. These thoughts originated from my demographic location and what the
people around me believed in as well. However, I have developed since then. Now when I hear
the term, I think of strength and what power can do. When I hear the word “power” today, I think
of movements, protests, and the fight of power with power. This originates from the culture I am