My father immigrated to America from Trinidad and Tobago when he was almost 10 years old. When he arrived to Baltimore, Maryland, he noticed a racial divide between blacks and whites. Whites were treated as if they were better than everyone else, and that he had to act a certain way to be accepted in the new community. The other black kids ridiculed my father for having an accent, having darker skin, speaking properly, and being different than “what a black person should be”. My father is a great example of the struggles of fitting in to a certain community of people as an immigrant.