Here's another look inside the man who was, and will become again, Wolfie.
I was raised to be above the influence of prejudice, but I forgot how I was raised for a long time. When I moved to CA in 2001, I found myself in a whole new world and forgot all about my old one. I was raised in the south where prejudice is (according to people who don't know the truth) running rampant, but it's nowhere near as open as it was in Shasta County, CA.
I was away from everything and everyone I knew, and I was scared. I noticed that everyone seemed to stay on their own side of town. I actually got mad when the people I had been introduced to said their little slurs, but I was outnumbered. I tried to fight the influence, but the influence slowly won the battle. I became the person I hated out of fear for my own survival.
Now it's almost 7 years later and I'm filled with regret from the words that I've spoken. I don't know how to make amends for what I've said and done over the last few years, but I am trying. I'm not that person anymore, and I am ashamed that I bowed down to ignorance rather than fight for what I know is right.
I'm sure you're bored with this by now so I will end it here. I truly am sorry for the things I've said and done. The only way I can prove this is through my present and future actions.
