Minority Reflection

Today in race and ethnicity we were assigned to write a three to four page paper about personal reflection related to a minority. I am not sure what to really write about. I have always felt I am different than most other people when it comes to how they feel or act around people of other races or religions. I have never used the stupid, “but I don’t see your color” line that a lot of people use as their proof that they aren’t racist. My thing has always been that yes I see your color but it isn’t important to me. Your personality and actions are what is important about a person. It always annoys me too when people say that they don’t like a certain group of people because they had a bad experience with one person out of that group. That’s

I can remember when I was little and asking mom why I didn’t tan as dark as the other kids in the neighborhood and mom sitting us down and explaining to us that we were white and all the neighborhood kids were black. My response was oh so my skin won’t get that dark, and being sad because I wanted to be like the rest of the kids. A lot of the time we lived down there my twin sister and I were the only white kids in our grade at school and our family was the only white family on the block. We never minded because mom had taught us that it didn’t matter what your skin color was or what God you believed in it only matter how you acted and how you treated others. We didn’t even know what racism was until the 4th grade. I was the only white child in the class, Mrs. Young was black and didn’t like me because I was white, which she told me repeatedly. She even failed me in spelling because she said she couldn’t read my “white girl scribbles”. After that I thought racism was something between blacks and whites. Then later that year I came home from school confused and upset about the new boy at school. I didn’t understand why everyone was calling him an “Oreo” and that I was the only one that would play with him at recess. My mom explained it to me that one of his parents was white and the other was black. I didn’t realize that there is people that are against being bi

I don’t see why one race would be thought to be better than another. Plus anymore it is getting harder to tell if someone is bi racial or not. For example I am white, as far as I know I have Germany, Irish, and Native American in my family. My kid’s father is bi racial, his mom is white and dad is black. You can’t look at my three kids and tell that they have any black in them. My daughters are blonde haired and blue eyed. My son has brown hair and brown eyes. I have had people argue with me that my kids aren’t biracial. What I don’t understand is why it matters what race they are. I believe that all people should be treated the same no matter what race, ethnicity, religion, gender, or sexual orientation you are. If you don’t understand about someone’s race, ethnicity, religion, gender, or sexual orientation you should try to learn about it. Ask questions. Do research. Don’t judge or hate on someone just because they are different than you and you don’t understand things about