I am humbled by what we have discussed about privilege and power. The first time I realized my “caucasionism” was when I was a young girl about the age of nine. We were living in Bossier City, Louisiana in a beautiful home that my parents had renovated. Down the street, there was a row of three shacks where an African-American family lived. The conditions were dire. We passed those three shacks every single day – if not several times a day.
One Christmas, I summoned up the strength to ask my parents if I could deliver some homemade loaves of bread to this family. My parents obliged and it was a lesson of a lifetime. That afternoon I learned what it was for me to be a privileged white girl. It has left an impression on me to this day.
However, I never fully realized the power that I had. Even to do this day I do not see myself as better than anyone else because of my skin color. I am aware that I do have more privilege but I feel that in the same sense, I have privilege because I am also American.
Why do I want to be a teacher? Because I believe we all have gifts and I truly feel that I have the gift of teaching. My heart’s desire it to continue working in a Title I school and to work with underprivileged children. I want to serve and give children opportunities that they normally would not be exposed to.