How one night in Luxembourg made me realise I was racist… and how three black men changed my mind.

Growing up in the Philippines, I had the privilege of living in a racially homogenous community. Until I was in my late teens, I had very few encounters with other races. Despite this, I had grown up watching a lot of western media. I had thought of myself as a progressive person who would have act politely regardless of a person’s race. Because I had never done or said anything overtly racist out loud, it never occurred to me that I could be one of them.