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In the past I have struggled with my biracial identity. As a child I was confused about which community I belonged in because I am a mix of Navajo and Caucasian. As I got older, I began to question myself and who I was. I felt like I did not belong to either the Native or Caucasian community because in both groups I felt like someone else. I felt as if I had to live two lives that were completely separated.
Unknown Hi i’m Bella. I look like a happy go lucky African american woman. Well to all that say that they only got one part right in that whole statement. I’m an average african american woman. I have nothing and no one to truly call my own.
Challenges are events that are used to change you for the better should you choose it accept it. The challenges I have faced wasn’t a matter of choice but of something that I have no control over. Some people will tell you it’s a burden, some say it’s an entitlement or free ride. Science says it’s just having a high amount of melatonin due to geographical location for survival. To me though, being black probably one of the biggest challenges a human can have in America at least I find it terribly perplexing.
March On Yelling, screaming, blood, that 's the first thing I remember. A punch to my face, I went down, all I could see was blood as I became one of the 17 hospitalized that day. Yelling, screaming, blood. The day of March 7, 1965 the day I went down in history, the day that what I did mattered.
It still remains fresh in my memory that when I was still in my junior high school, one day my classmates and I were walking on our way home after school, around the corner of the street appeared a black man whom was very rare to see in my hometown. Although my parents had taught me that it was very impolite to stare at other for a long time, however, I still slowed down my footstep and could not help glancing at the black man a few more times with my classmates who is behaving more unbridled, laughing out loud teasingly and talking in a very low voice. At that time I did not know if that could be counted as racial discrimination of not because we certainly had never had the idea that black man is inferior to us, instead, we just thought the black man was so different to us. However, if some people do that to me, I would definitely be annoyed a little. Later, when I was admitted by a high school in the city I live, I finally had the chance to meet some foreign teachers and international friends with whom I have maintained very good relationships.
I think that this activity gave me the extra push I needed because over Thanksgiving break I spoke up to one of my family members for the first time ever when they said something negative about Black people. I know that I still have an incredible amount of progress to make, and that it is something that I should have been doing all along, but I am still glad that I finally made a step in the right direction. In addition to continuing to speak up against people who are participating in racism in my presence I also need to continue to be aware of current events in the future. Every once in a while we would have a discussion in class about what’s been going on in the media, and almost half of the time I was not aware of what was going on until somebody brought it up in class.
I’m a white race male. I believe being white I have lived a life in the majority view of this country. I had very little contact with people of color my childhood life. I also believe that I am white privileged so it makes it hard for me to understand all the struggles for minority Americans. I realize that my connection with the majority of America places me in a position of power, I should use to help others.
The negative treatment and pain I received as a black girl, and still into my adulthood, it amazes me how I'm still standing tall and strong. It amazes me how people have tried to break me, even my own kind, but I'm still here. Truth is I gotta to have thick skin and protect myself, because I got no choice. If I don't... who will? And that is the everyday life of living as a black woman.
Although I, my parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and previous generations were born in the United States; being an involuntary immigrant is something that has always crossed my mind since I was a young child. I always wondered what life would be like now if our ancestors were never taken from our home and brought to “America”, but what African American hasn’t. Growing up a young African American female with sickle cell anemia I’ve encountered several socio-cultural dynamic situations. As a child, my parents somewhat sheltered me from the reality and negativity of the world, partly because I would be too young to understand, and because they wanted me to make my own decisions. I went to an elementary school that was predominantly black,
I cringe at the smell of alcohol floating around the apartment. A cold shiver simmers down my spine as I hear footsteps making their way to my room. 3 loud, hard knocks bang on the door. I open the door waiting for it. Waiting for the rock solid slap that pierces my face everyday leaving bruises and black eyes the size of tennis balls.
“So, if you just came from Pakistan, how can you speak English?” My friend asked me, with her eyebrows raised. It’s a question I get asked every time I shyly introduce myself to someone. A surprised look that I have seen far too many times. Yet, I feel unable to give an answer to those who automatically stereotype me as an ignorant, solely based on my heritage.
Most teenagers my age love to shop till they drop, but I am not like most teenagers. Instead, I consider myself a DIY or a do-it-yourself kind of person and I do not solely rely on commercialized products. Ever since I was young, I have enjoyed repurposing random items into newly created items. In third grade, I was obsessed with reconstructing paper into tiny creatures and objects-known as origami. I would spend hours trying to make intricate paper animals such as dinosaurs and cranes.
The most unique perspective I hold is my cultural background. I am a first generation immigrant, and that fact alone offers me a perspective that differs from much of the demographic at the academy. My Indian American parents have indirectly taught me about how an “outsider” looks at the United States because I have grown up learning American culture with my parents instead of from my parents; my brother and I served as a bridge between American culture and Indian culture in my home. Therefore, I have grown up more attentive to differences in culture than someone who has lived here for generations. This unique perspective has helped me throughout even my high school career with keeping an open mind -- and helping my peers keep an open mind.
The world is filled with people, and like snowflakes, each person is not the same as another. Each person identifies with different aspects of their lives to create their own personal identities. I personally identify with my Italian side of my family to help form who I am today. I have found myself connecting with this side more so than the other parts of my identity. It affects how I live my life by becoming the center to the culture surrounding me.
Hello my, name is Dave Holt, I’m married and have four children. I grew up in Gettysburg (south central Pa) and currently live in a small town about 8 miles south called Littlestown. I’m Caucasian from a beef and potato Caucasian family. My family background is Pennsylvania Dutch in every true sense of the word. I don’t consider myself to be racist