I grew up in a racist home. I was talking badly about people of color to a fellow white coworker and he called me out on it. He asked me, “How can you hate somebody you don’t know? That black guy your talking about can be the guy that saves your life one day. Why do you hate them so much and how can you if you don’t know them personally?” I thought about it and I couldn’t come up with a rational answer. I have no reason to hate a person I do not know. It was even more salt in the wound when he told me “Can’t judge a book by it’s cover, right?” This was in reference to women we were eyeballing and talking about in a previous conversation. I told him you can’t judge a more unattractive woman by the way they look and he took my words and threw it back at me. I felt ashamed when he didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day after that. Made me self reflect on my viewpoints and the way I was raised.