A lot is learned about one’s self when he travels outside his home. When he finds himself surrounded by nothing like himself, the comfort zone that he had is diminished. An example of this is when I have made trips up North with my family to work in the fields during the first 16 summers of my life. The whole trip made me feel like an outcast of the society by which this country is run.
             On the way up there, as soon as you don’t see anyone who resembles any part of you, it begins. Having to stop at a truck stop to gas up the truck is an experience I will never forget until death. As I step off the truck I can already feel the peoples’ eyes looking at my family and me as if we were the main attraction in a carnival sideshow. They start closing their doors, raising their windows, and calling their children in, in fear of us harming them. Then I make my way toward the store. Most people shudder and hurry out of my way so as not to bump into me. The others would bump into me purposely and look at me in anger. What am I to them? Am I not a person just because I don’t look them?
             Finally, after putting up with so much criticism and hatred, we have to tolerate more. Going to the shopping mall is another event in which I have been subjected to demeaning. I would have so pleased if a sales associate would follow me around the store and be ready to help me back home like they did there, but they don’t. And at first this seemed very courteous to me, but then it got awkward and I caught on to what the real case was. It was something in how they were always there staring at me, even when they were attending other customers. As if to check if everything was all right with me. But it wasn’t to check if I was doing fine, it was to make sure that I wasn’t a thief.
             For as much of those 16 summers that I can remember I was subject to this. It makes a person feel like an accused convi
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