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Our privilege blinds us from reality

Debanhi Garza,
Fort Worth, TX

I chose these six words to make a reflection on how being privileged can disconnect us from the experiences of marginalized groups. I use the word “Our”, because I believe having privilege is being able to go to school, have a roof under your head, and seeing Christmas gifts under the tree during holidays. These six words tell us that those with privilege will overlook certain struggles, leading them to be not very understanding. It emphasizes how crucial it is to recognize our advantages and the need for empathy. Also to have awareness about race and social justice.

Puerto Rico’s joys, sorrows and struggles

Alanna Rodriguez,
Harrisonburg, VA

Puerto Rico is a place where corruption has been very marked, as in other countries of the world, and its people have had to struggle a lot to be able to be well in these times. But really taking aside what would be the government of Puerto Rico. The people, the people of this island, are cheerful people. People who despite having little enjoy every day as if it were the last. and well, not to mention that in Puerto Rico we have the longest Christmas in the world. And just by being there, it feels like home. although Puerto Rico is my home.

Black doll for Chirstmas. “Shes Perfect.”

Kia Goodell,
Hopkinton, MA.

Both my parents are white, my mother being an earthy-crunchy liberal, and my father a stereotypical red-neck. Racist comments by him were frequent, and my mother, wanting to make sure I didn’t catch onto that gave me a black baby doll for Christmas when I was two. I opened the present and claimed that she was perfect, and the entire time I had her not once mentioned the fact that she was black. I have no problems today with people who are different than me and am thankful to my mother for instilling that in me, despite my father’s racist tendencies.

You’re Guamanian? You’re whiter than me!”

All my life, people have mistaken me for “races” that I am not: Mexican, Hawaiian, Filipino, Indian, Brazilian. I was always flattered because I thought this meant I looked exotic and “different,” I wanted to look different. I didn’t want to look “haole,” our stolen Hawaiian word for “white.” That’s when I uncovered the implicit bias that I lived with all my life. I noticed the explicit bias that existed in my family. My aunt shunned my niece and nephew because they were half Black. She would refuse to give them money for Christmas because they were “as black as the ace of spades,” and that meant, to her, that they couldn’t be trusted with her money. That never made sense to me. What was even more puzzling was that she was so loving toward me and my son, yet she showed a palpable prejudice against my 9 and 5 year-old relatives. I learned later that this disdain against African-Americans was taught to her my her father who learned to be racist from his father. Racism is taught and handed down, and it is up to us to break the cycle. I will remember this and confront my inner feelings that tell me being “exotic” is better than “looking white.” Recognizing our bias is the first step.

Race is not real: The consequences of creating races are.

Race is not biologically real; it is a social construct; We are all, in fact, one race. According to the American Anthropological Association, a group of the most well-educated anthropologists in the country, “Today, scholars in many fields argue that “race” as it is understood in the United States of America was a social mechanism invented during the 18th century to refer to those populations brought together in colonial America: the English and other European settlers, the conquered Indian peoples, and those peoples of Africa brought in to provide slave labor.” This unfair and unfounded categorization of the human species was created by the human need to create a hierarchy among races. Therefore, racism created race. Evidence from anthropologists who analyzed genetics (e.g., DNA) indicates that, “Most physical variation, about 94%, lies within so-called racial groups. Conventional geographic “racial” groupings differ from one another only in about 6% of their genes.” This means that we are not “racially” different, after all. Throughout history whenever different groups have come into contact, they have interbred. The continued sharing of genetic materials has maintained all of humankind as a single species. Although race may not exist, the consequences of race as a social construct do exist.

Are You the Three Wise Men?

Wise_MenDonna Reiss,
Brownstown Twp , MI.

Its Christmas time in Detroit, 1961. I was 3 years old and in the bank line with my Mom. There were 3 black men in front of us in line, talking and laughing amongst themselves. I had never seen, nor let alone been exposed, to people who didn’t look like me. All I had known is what was in picture books at home, and we had pictures of the dark skinned men who visited Jesus in the manger. Being an inquisitive little chatterbox and fairly smart, I asked these 3 fellows if this was who they were… What did I know? My Mom wanted to dive under a desk in embarrassment. Luckily for us, they laughed in what I hope now is amusement at the innocent question of a 3 year old toddler.

How dare you presume I’m christian?

Gregory Ruderman
Valencia, CA

In most ways, being Jewish in modern America is significantly easier than at any time in the past, such as when my grandfather got his degree at MIT, something Jews typically couldn’t do in his era, but there are times when the discrimination is more insidious. From the supposed “war on Christmas” to the various attempts to legislate biblical morality (and the straight-out racist paranoids), I am personally appalled that there are still people who still believe that their way of belief is the only “right” way. I happen to like being wished “happy holidays” at the checkout–I think it’s respectful. And only once have I replied to a heartfelt “Merry Christmas” with an equally heartfelt “Happy Chanukkah”. Just because I am white doesn’t mean I follow Jesus, and just because I’m Jewish doesn’t mean that I am weird or somehow other, or that I run Hollywood or any other section of the international Jewish conspiracy.

My grandfather used to have a piece of art in his office which was a stylized and colored version of the hebrew word “shalom” (peace), and he kept it in the office as a kind of one-question test. People who didn’t know what it was, thought it was just art, and people he did, he knew were Jewish (or very knowledgeable). I didn’t even realize I had a similar thing in a bumper sticker in my office that looks like one of those Jesus fishes, but with feet, and it says “gefilte” inside. That is, until someone came into my office and asked what “jee-fil-tee” meant. Even after the explanations, I was left realizing that this was a person who basically had no idea that Jews really existed, and certainly didn’t have the slightest idea about our culture. And this is in a day and age that you can find matzo and gefilte fish in almost every grocery for passover.

Ain’t no n***** Santa Claus, kid

Rebecca Lee Hammons
Eugene, OR

My race card goes out with deepest apologies to and admiration for the nine black students who first integrated the formerly all-white school system in Brookhaven, Mississippi, in 1967 — especially to the youngest of them, a fourth grader whom I taunted with these words. If I could only take them back…

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