My maternal grandparents are an interracial couple. My grandmother was born and raised in Japan and my grandfather grew up in Oklahoma. About 60 years ago, my grandfather was stationed in Okinawa, Japan. The rest of their story is history, they fell in love and got married. My grandmother took a big leap of faith and moved to America. She told us many stories about the racism she experienced and how difficult it was to come to a new, unfamiliar place. Before thinking about this article, I never thought that my parents were also an interracial couple, they are my parents, so it's normal for me. When I was little, I grew up knowing very basic Japanese. However, my mother speaks Japanese fluently. I grew up hearing my mother and maternal grandparents speak Japanese, most of the time I didn't know what they were saying. My father and his family are primarily Caucasian, but we have Cherokee in our blood. Both my parents are fluent in English and it was the primary language spoken in our household, but my parents incorporated some Japanese words. My paternal grandparents are a completely different story. They are not accepting of other cultures and I would consider them somewhat racist. When my parents first got married, my paternal grandmother was extremely rude to my mother and maternal grandmother because she was Japanese. Honestly, it wasn't until I was older that I became aware of their unfair opinions of other races. My sophomore year of high school, I remember watching the news one night and seeing them say horrible things about a few Thunder players. I honestly had no idea how they felt about another race and my eyes were opened. My father was never racist or said anything that implied...... middle of paper...... and that's normal for them. However, their culture or upbringing may be different from other students in my class and from me. I will challenge my students to be open-minded and accepting regardless of differences. In the media, we continue to see stories that are white privilege. Even though my mother is half-Japanese, I realize that my family is a true definition of white privilege. As I thought about it, I began to understand that because my family has money, we can afford a nice house and a good education. I have rarely been surrounded by minorities around me, which is sad for me. Whenever I have children, I want to make sure they grow up with diversity. Overall, I was very lucky as a child, but I don't want my children to grow up in a house with a white picket fence. As I reflect, I will make sure in the future that my children are exposed to different races and cultures..