This year marks the fifty year anniversary of the Civil Rights Act. In 1964 a significant legislation was made that outlawed discrimination based on color, religion or national origin. Because of that legislation schools welcome any sort of American citizen and are suppose to treat them equally as they would any other students. Despite the progress that this act has reached there is still judgments people make based on another individuals creeds and their color. I recall being treated differently by a Caucasian teacher in elementary school. I was the only black kid in my class but I felt no different from any of my classmates. The neighborhood I lived in had a lack of diversity, I had the Brady Bunch as my neighbor, so at a young age I grew up colorblind. I saw no difference between myself and my white friends nor did I see a difference between my black parents and the lighter parents of my white friends. The Civil Rights Act allowed me to grow up colorblind. This act that put down the motive based on discrimination allowed me to think that this world is mine as much as it is the world of my friends. It was not until the third grade when we started studying slavery. It was then I noticed that the teacher treated me differently than the rest of the students. I began to reflect on the experience and noticed that I’ve been given that special treatment since kindergarten. What caused me to wake up to this treatments was the fact that when you study slavery everything becomes about race. During the study of slavery marks the moment that I began to see in color. My fellow students, students who I believed were on equal terms as I, began to sympathize with me. When discussing slavery all eyes were on me. I can recall one girl telling me that she wishes she was black because it was advert her feelings of what her people did in the past. I began to feel different. I began to analyze if this feeling should have been the case all along. In kindergarten my friend Bobby, a student who had equal work ethics and brains as me, had gotten more grief from the teacher for leaving an assignment home than I did. I then noticed that the teacher had expectations that she didn’t think I could succeed to. She, the teacher, would require students to turn the assignment in, finished, on the given date while I recall always being stepped aside and told to turn in the work whenever I was able to. It soon felt like there wasn’t a deadline really for me at all which could have caused me to become lazy in my work ethic, but instead of following the demands of my teacher I was to live up to the expectations of my parents. It became my goal to satisfy my parents and make them look good in anything that I do and that’s why I never drifted back in my work ethic or commitment to school. Sadly, that age when I was colorblind is a time and a feeling I will never be able to get back. Now everything that I see, and everything that this society sees, has to have some kind of correlation with race. My prayer is that in the next fifty years things won’t be much about color in this American society. The only factor that can cure racial America is the increase of diversity. More diversity allows people to bond and sympathize with each other which creates more unity. With more unity there will be less mental racial segregation that plagues current day America, another issue for another post. As of today, I’m hopeful for the future generations of America and know that they have an opportunity to create a colorblind society.