I feel a lot of disgust in my heart about all the condemnation and insults I heard in my youth about other races. Comments from the past that others said disappoint me. I did not know anyone specific in the African-American community until I was 12 or 13 years old when we had our first black classmate in elementary and middle school. As I grew up in high school, it was still a predominately white school; however, we started to see each other as equals. As I got older and understood more about what happened to the African American community, I came to the realization that I did not want to be part of the past cycle of discrimination and hate like others before my time. I wanted to seek change. After college, my eyes opened even more when the majority of colleagues at my job were African American, and since being married and moving into a predominately African-American neighborhood in Belleville, and with the next generation of my family attending predominantly African-American schools. I can only pray and seek hope that the cycle will eventually break and everyone is seen as equal. Black OR white, not black AND white. As I have stated to my girls – don't look at color – just look at the person. I have been proud to say that I understand so much more now than ever before, but the job is not done. People may understand, but unless you are willing to stand up and act and accomplish change, there is no resolution.