Growing up my class had a little reading nook and my parents bought the class this little blow up chair I begged them to get. Everyone loved using it. My town was just starting to get the first influx of illegal and legal immigrants and an ESL kid who didn't speak a lick of English was in my class. I was trying to invite him to use my comfy chair and he took a thumb tack and stabbed it. It deflated and the reading nook had nothing but small pillows for us to sit on for the rest of the year. My parents weren't going to buy another. That was the first time I subconsciously began to hate shitty minorities. My first nightshift job was at a Target where I was the only white and the only female on staff. The blacks were so disrespectful they refused to learn my name and all of them called me "Taylor Swift". I was groped twice where I needed to physically shove/scold a nigger to get the fuck off me. That experience caused me to consciously realize how much I fucking hate minorities.