My parents and grandparents had a very strong work ethic, as well as strong beliefs about other cultures and races. I was raised to respect others, believe in the American Dream, and live by the Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” (Matt. 7:12). Growing up in the 1960s, my parents were very protective and I was neither exposed nor aware of the civil unrest in our country. The only mention of ethnicity was generalizations of nationality: Italians were good Catholics, Poles were hard workers, or Germans made good sausages. My maternal grandmother emigrated to the United States from Ireland in 1923 and faced discrimination as a young Irish girl living in New York. She had little tolerance for those who complained of cultural discrimination, she believed it was a rite of passage as an immigrant and that if you worked hard you would be rewarded. As a small child and young adult, my world was culturally very small. I lived in a small town, predominantly white and Christian. My family had a summer home in New Hampshire, so my travels were limited to the East Coast. Similar to Chimamanda Adichie's discussion (TED Talks, 2009) in the video "The Danger of a Single Story", for most of my formative years I had a cultural history, my