n’t be such a highly ranked military official. He wouldn’t be where he is today if he was always looking for trouble like my prejudice had suggested. Are there blacks out there that are trustworthy and honest? Well of course there are, the world is full of them. However being 17 years old, you have no idea of how the real world works, so I was obviously wrong. Because of my lack of desire to go out of my way to make friends with black people, this shows a passive resistance to my problem. On my trip to Africa, I had to trust the blacks. I was forced into confronting my prejudice head-on. We were absolutely surrounded by them at all times. They drove the busses I rode in. They were the police. They cooked the food we ate. They cleaned everything we used. If I didn’t trust them I couldn’t survive. However, there were a few rules in place that prevented both the blacks of Zimbabwe and me from feeling uncomfortable around each other. The rules were similar to those in place here, but I had to be more cautious when it came to their culture and way of life. I had to be very careful what I said at all time because of the number or them that were around me at all times. I was not to invade their personal space or question their authority. They would not violate my personal space or make inappropriate comments. I never had any problems with any of the blacks in Africa. My prejudice made me feel uncomfortable, like when I was the only white man in a high mountain village of Eastern Zimbabwe. There were hundreds of blacks in a town square all looking at me, and my prejudice made me feel like I was in danger, although they were very nice and friendly. This proof that was presented to me showing that all blacks aren’t looking for trouble made me realize how wrong I really was.The systems relevant to this prejudice analysis are the black population, and myself. There isn’t really one incident...
