This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, or disrespect anyone.
I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.
Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated in a cycle far too wide, and deep for me to put one name to it.
Casually Used Racism.
Casually Used Racism, is the racism that we see and use every day. It may not even come to our attention that, that is what we're doing. For a fictitious example, "Harold George, a black astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
Reader, you may ask me what is wrong with the sentence written above. That's where the "casual" of this problem shows its head. That sentence is an example of sentences we run into every day. That sentence represents how we communicate to one another. That sentence is racist. It is a needless part of such a sentence to have it mention "a black...". If one were to take out that descrição the sentence becomes, "Harold George, an astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
The change in this sentence still gives the reader the information they need.
You see, we are programmed to think of black people as, "less than," due to the perceived difference in educational prospects. The quality and quantity of education was less than other's education, but that doesn't mean the black people's intelligence was. Therefore, An astronaut who is black, will have their race mentioned regardless of the importance of such a fact. Now lets switch things, "Harold George, a white astronaut from Ohio, will be teaching Aerodynamics at the local university". Doesn't that sound a bit ridiculous?
Doesn't that sound unnecessary to described the race of the person ?
We individuals perpetuate this problem por not recognizing,(or not trying) the fact that we have the power to change this level of racism. As each person chooses to see others as not particularly special, because of their accomplishments while being chained to their race, but rather they're special because of their accomplishments, period.
seguinte Parts of the artigo to be written...
Faux Positive Racism (Asians are smart. Black people can dance. white people are mais peaceful than others)
Inactive Racism(Listen I didn't make the rules. It is what it is. What can I do? [housing market])
Deflected Racism(Well that's them over there, not me. I don't think like that)
I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.
Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated in a cycle far too wide, and deep for me to put one name to it.
Casually Used Racism.
Casually Used Racism, is the racism that we see and use every day. It may not even come to our attention that, that is what we're doing. For a fictitious example, "Harold George, a black astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
Reader, you may ask me what is wrong with the sentence written above. That's where the "casual" of this problem shows its head. That sentence is an example of sentences we run into every day. That sentence represents how we communicate to one another. That sentence is racist. It is a needless part of such a sentence to have it mention "a black...". If one were to take out that descrição the sentence becomes, "Harold George, an astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
The change in this sentence still gives the reader the information they need.
You see, we are programmed to think of black people as, "less than," due to the perceived difference in educational prospects. The quality and quantity of education was less than other's education, but that doesn't mean the black people's intelligence was. Therefore, An astronaut who is black, will have their race mentioned regardless of the importance of such a fact. Now lets switch things, "Harold George, a white astronaut from Ohio, will be teaching Aerodynamics at the local university". Doesn't that sound a bit ridiculous?
Doesn't that sound unnecessary to described the race of the person ?
We individuals perpetuate this problem por not recognizing,(or not trying) the fact that we have the power to change this level of racism. As each person chooses to see others as not particularly special, because of their accomplishments while being chained to their race, but rather they're special because of their accomplishments, period.
seguinte Parts of the artigo to be written...
Faux Positive Racism (Asians are smart. Black people can dance. white people are mais peaceful than others)
Inactive Racism(Listen I didn't make the rules. It is what it is. What can I do? [housing market])
Deflected Racism(Well that's them over there, not me. I don't think like that)
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces por pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.
I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces por pieces.
The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself
Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.
I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the topo, início of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, you can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But you did! You tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to you anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are you saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, por tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right seguinte to you then..." The blonde looked at the house seguinte to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"