Myth Of Equality

In the world we live in, equality has always been a foreign concept. On an everyday basis, people are being assessed on things that make them distinctive or unique, and there is no such thing as two people being equal. There has never been a time in history where people came together as one immense community. We have always and will continue to be broken up into groups based on the gender stated on our birth certificates, the color of our skin, the religion we practice, and countless different factors. One of the most evident factors of inequality is demonstrated through racism based on the color of one's skin. In the piece “The Myth of Race”” by Agustin Fuentes, he touches on an extremely important myth,“This myth involves the assumption

Once slavery was abolished in 1865, things slowly started to get better, emphasis on the slowly part. People of color still did not have the same rights as the whites. They were shunned and tormented everywhere they went, and they could not use the same facilities as whites because of the fear of contamination. They were subject to an extremely low standard of education. They had nothing waiting for them at the end of this fight, except hope. In the book “Elizabeth and Hazel: Two Women of Little Rock” by David Margolick, readers get a peak into two completely different girls with contrasting ethnicities, ““Fashionable and yet modest, descending well below her knees, the pretty skirt was complemented by the rest of what she had chosen to wear that morning: the plain white blouse (which she'd also made), the loafers, the bobby sox. She could just as easily have been going to church, and in a way she was, because for Elizabeth, learning was much more meaningful, and useful, than prayer. A few miles away, in a house much like Elizabeth's but in a neighborhood that was all white, Hazel Bryan selected something very different. It was a sleek dress of cool mint-green, with a triangular white sash at the top pointing suggestively to her bosom, and a ribbon tied provocatively around her midriff. She'd bought it a few months earlier at one of the "classy" department stores downtown, maybe Blass or Pfeiffer's””(1-2). The author does a really exceptional job of describing how different these two girls are based on what they wore to the first day of school. For Elizabeth going to school was sacred, it was considered a blessing but for Hazel going to school was normal. It was a privilege that she never had to know life