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Small brown flecks on a tortilla

Jane Orias,
St. Louis, MO

We moved to St. Louis, MO about 6 years ago after living in Hawaii and the west coast. The topic of race and prejudice came up in a dinner conversation with our children; at the time, they were in middle and elementary schools. We were discussing whether or not they had any experience with feeling prejudice or inferior in school because of their skin color and ethnic heritage. We are Filipino-American and we live in a large suburb of St. Louis where the majority of residents are Caucasian. Both kids honestly felt they were equals to their peers and friends. But our eldest, who was probably 11 at the time, acknowledged she was physically different from her classmates and frankly said, “Mom, if I can make an analogy, we are like brown flecks on a white tortilla.”

“He’s not your son? Oh good!”

fullAmber Halverson,
Eugene, OR.

“Oh good! He doesn’t look like he has any white in him at all!”
My first real encounter with my own race that I can remember was when I was in middle school. My white godparents had just adopted a black baby. They “kept his black name”, DiMario, as his middle name and changed his first name to the “biblical” (aka: white) name Joshua.
We were in the store and my godmother took her oldest daughter to the bathroom so I was with the baby waiting outside. An older white woman came up to me and asked if he was my son. I exclaimed, “Oh, no no no. He’s my brother”. In my mind it was a crazy thing to ask because I was obviously too young to have a baby. Her response was “Oh good. Because he doesn’t look like he has any white in him at all!” and then she just walked away like what she said didn’t mean anything.
I was raised in a diverse city with many different races and cultures, but my own race was not acknowledged to me until it was compared to someone else’s.
His was acknowledged right away and was immediately looked down upon, all before he could talk.
I often wonder if his parents have ever talked with him about his race and what it means to him or if they teach him colorblindness.

I feel like I’ve been sorted.

Jaclyn Huelbig,
Edison, NJ.

I’m white. When I was a child, I lived in a city (the type that hipsters remain uninterested in!) and I had friends of all races and religions. I had the benefit, for example, of having a conversation with my friend when she chose to don a hijab (her older sister, on the other hand, had chosen not to wear one) and these childhood experiences heavily inform my worldview. However, as I got older and my family moved to the suburbs, it increasingly felt like I was being sorted. Although I moved to a diverse suburb, people tended to hang out with others from their own demographic group. When I went to one of the most diverse colleges in the country it seemed much the same. Was it me? Was I choosing this? Certainly not consciously. I have my degree in sociology, so, in addition to analyzing my own individual behavior and motivations, I also see this through the lens of my discipline and can’t help but feel as though society sorts us. That deeply saddens me. This gulf that divides us is what makes people fearful of others unlike them, if they only knew how alike they really are they may find their fear melting away.

Last Black Man Standing In SanFrancisco

Stephen Grove Malloy,
San Francisco, CA.

Would love to contribute my experience here in the Nation’s Wealthiest and Progressive City…one would think it were Shangrila when in fact it has been the most negative “race” based experience I’ve encountered in my 55 years of African-American Life in these United States.

From love – fear, (a) foreigner’s view (on) racism.

David Chen,
New York, NY.

I grew up in China listening to artists like 50 cent, Tupac, Snoop dogg (lion), and Jay-Z. I have every one of Jay-Z’s songs memorized and for a Chinese kid, that wasn’t easy. For as long as I can remember, I was fascinated by African American (is this the politically correct term?) culture. As I started high school, I transitioned into R&B with Ne-Yo, Chris Brown and Jason Derulo. Back then, I dreamed of being black. In my head, blacks were talented at music, sports, and being “cool”.

Fast forward a few years, my parents decided to send me to college in the U.S. I found myself in Michigan, and my first roommate was an African American. He was one of the kindest and most loving people I’d ever met. He treated me like a brother, and I thought of him as my brother. He’d always ask me why I’m try to sound like him. It wasn’t intentional, I had learned most my English from rap songs.
After spending two years with my roommate, I became more and more involved with the African American community. I loved it, everyone I met was as kind as him.

Later I moved New York, and during my two years here, my perception was somewhat crushed. In my two years here, I had been robbed twice, and chased with a knife. The perpetrators were all African American. I started to develop a fear of the blacks in New York, I would walk away, from blacks at night, and would almost always speed up my pace. Subconsciously I felt horrible, I felt guilt, I felt shame, because I was slowly becoming the person I did not want to be. I felt like I was racist.

Recently my old roommate got married, and I was reminded of the wonderful times we spent together. I wish I could be that guy again, but I still cannot control the fear that I feel.

Deep-seated racism persists in divided city.

Jack Kiehl,
St. Louis, MO.

I live in a city that is significantly divided between blacks and whites. The division and living in such homogenous communities is one of the strongest reasons why racism, both subtle and overt, continue today. This project inspired a deep look into this issue and was the inspiration for an essay on the topic entitled:

Redlining to Ferguson: Why Racism Persists in St. Louis
BY JACK KIEHL

“White neighborhood made me subconscious racist,” wrote Joe Earsom for his submission to the Race Card Project, a project founded by former NPR host Michele Norris that encourages people to submit six-word sentences on their experiences with race. Earsom, who grew up in a suburb of St. Louis, Missouri, explained his six words on NPR’s Talk of the Nation, noting that his childhood in a very homogenous suburb and education in a largely all-white Catholic elementary and high school meant “no day-to-day encounters with anyone of a different race for a long time” (“‘Race Cards’: Six Words on Trayvon Martin’s Death”). As Earsom explains, after growing up hearing about the dangers of St. Louis city, seeing the sensationalized violence in media, and not being around residents of a different ethnic or racial background from him, he formulated what he calls “subconscious racism in the way [he] looked at random people on the street,” such as feeling anxious around groups of black teenagers at the mall or tensing up when a black man steps into an elevator (“‘Race Cards’: Six Words on Trayvon Martin’s Death”).

I’ve listened to this episode of Talk of the Nation a few times since I first heard it just over a year ago, and every time I do I feel it rings more true. I, too, have seen the subconscious racism that persists among white St. Louis-area residents, but what Earsom’s six-words can’t adequately explain is the long history of segregation that created this white-black divide. Like Earsom, I grew up in a suburb of St. Louis that is predominately white. I’ve never seen an African American family living in my neighborhood or in any of the surrounding neighborhoods. In fact, according to the United States Census Bureau, the city of Ladue, where I live, had a 2010 population of 8,521 with only 1.0% of the population being black (“State & County QuickFacts Ladue (city)”). Certainly, there may be refutations that this is not representative of the entire region. Yet, large portions of suburban St. Louis do have some significant form of racial disparity, a fact that was accentuated and documented following the shooting of Mike Brown in 2014 and the subsequent unrest in Ferguson, Missouri, a city that is just fifteen minutes from my house with a black population of 67.4%, according to the 2010 census (“State & County QuickFacts Ferguson (city)”). Just a few miles on the highway can bring one from a city with almost no African American population to what became the epicenter of 2014 racial unrest in the United States. This drastic divide in racial demographics, which exists across the St. Louis metropolitan area as a result of systemic redlining and decades of white flight, has vivified racial stereotypes and misperceptions among residents who, in most circumstances, have little significant, extensive contact with a race different from their own.

For many suburban St. Louisans (myself included), Earsom’s six words are an incredibly accurate representation of our collective experiences, whether we realize it or not. I went to a small Catholic grade school that had maybe two African Americans total at the time of my graduation. I went to the same high school Earsom graduated from and I remember a priest once telling me that, out of around 1100 students, only about 80 of them were black. St. Louis is known for its large single-gender Catholic high school system and those of whom I know in this system have very similar experiences: they grow up in the county, attend a local Catholic grade school, and attend a sizeable Catholic high school. My high school was in the city of St. Louis and, in comparison to other schools, there were more black students, yet to call it diverse would be inaccurate. And I don’t mean to focus solely on private schools; that’s just my personal experience. Local public schools, however, aren’t much different: most are either predominantly white or black. Some of the three best school districts in the area have a largely white student population: Kirkwood with 93.2%, Ladue with 84.6%, and Clayton with 81.3%. All three have black or African American student percentages in the single digits with Ladue and Clayton having significant Asian populations. Normandy, the high school where Mike Brown graduated from and a notoriously failing school district, has a student demographic breakdown across the district of 14.1% white and 83.3% black (“Missouri School District”). In fact, all but four of the 23 school districts in St. Louis City and County have a student population that was at least 74% black or white. In 17 of these schools, the majority-race percentage was in the eighties or nineties (“Missouri School District”). So when Earsom says we grow up homogenized, it’s quite accurate, and this can have significant negative effects on residents of the St. Louis metropolitan area. But first, to understand why people can live five minutes from a city that’s 49.2% black and have little to no significant encounters with a black population, one has to look at the history of segregation in St. Louis (“State & County QuickFacts St. Louis (city)”).

One of the most fascinating aspects of St. Louis demographics is the segregatory phenomenon known as the “Delmar Divide.” Named for Delmar Boulevard which runs east and west across St. Louis, the street garnered the title because it does just what its name implies: it divides the city between blacks and whites. The BBC produced a short documentary on the divide, showing the area just south of the street and its million-dollar mansions. BBC’s Franz Strasser, who narrates the video, points out that just across the street, you have economically “entered the twilight zone” (Strasser). According to the BBC, the median home value directly north of Delmar is $73,000. In the area just two blocks south, the median home value is $335,000. North of Delmar, the median household income is $18,000. South, the median income is over two and a half times that. On the south side, seven in ten residents have Bachelor’s Degrees, while on the south, it’s one in ten. What is perhaps most striking about this divide is that the area south of Delmar is 73% white; north, the area is 98% African American (Strasser).

This stark segregation comes from a process known as redlining. Adolphus Pruitt of the St. Louis American dates the process back to 1935 when the Federal Housing Administration, which was established by the National Housing Act of 1934, asked the Home Owners’ Loan Corporation (HOLC) to “create ‘residential security maps’ to indicate the level of security for real-estate investments” (Pruitt). Areas the HOLC deemed worse were outlined in red (thus the term “redlining”) and were ineligible to receive financing. According to Pruitt, this policy meant black residents who lived in these minority neighborhoods could not secure mortgage loans, essentially stagnating the African-American housing market (Pruitt). The segregation was further accentuated through decades of white flight. In the 1940s and 1950s, the white population of St. Louis was mostly centered in the immediate suburbs of St. Louis with blacks mostly constrained to the city. Throughout the decades, as the African American population expanded, whites moved further from the city. From 1950 to 1970, nearly 60% of the white population left St. Louis city, subsequent to a slight migration of African Americans into the city (Gordon). Throughout the latter half of the twentieth century and continuing into today, “[t]he wealthier population of St. Louis has always been running from poverty,” according to Lion of the Valley author James Neal Primm (qtd. in Gay). The white population who had originally fled the city kept expanding out into the surrounding metropolitan area. For example, St. Charles County, which is directly adjacent to St. Louis County, has a 90% white population that has grown 12-fold since 1950. And the white residents who stay in the suburbs that have become predominantly black tend to hold positions of authority, becoming the elected officials and making up the municipal police force. Ferguson is one such suburb, and this trend explains why the predominately-black area has a white mayor, a mostly-white city council, and a police force that is only 5% black as of 2014 (Gay). Ferguson itself has had an interesting shift in demographics. The New York Times reported last August that in just the past two decades, the area has gone from 74% white to majority-black as it is today. So through the various segregatory events that occurred throughout the majority of the last century, St. Louis became the divided metropolitan area it is today.

So what did all of this segregation throughout the twentieth century lead to? I could discuss how St. Louis has had its part in the historical timeline of race in the United States from the landmark Dred Scott case to riots in East St. Louis that ended in the death of at least 39 African Americans (Cooperman). But those events have been well-documented (or, in the case of the riots, often swept under the rug and not discussed). I could discuss how the segregation led to what took place in Ferguson following Brown’s death. The media often portrayed the protests that took place in August of 2014 as a response to pure racism. But there is a complex history of segregation and maltreatment that had a large role in the Ferguson unrest. The history is one I could only begin to touch on, let alone understand. What I’d rather discuss is not something people wrote about in newspapers and magazines last year, but instead what I observed frequently regarding race in my own metropolitan area. The New Yorker cover from last December of a broken Arch and a skyline divided by black and white is accurate and, while claims that St. Louis is one of the most segregated cities in America may be true, I never hear about what effects this segregation has on its residents.

I live just south of the infamous Delmar divide and it’s one of my favorite streets. One section of Delmar, known as the “Delmar Loop,” has some of the best restaurants, stores, and music venues in St. Louis. I’ve never felt unsafe on this street; my friends who live nearby and I have gone innumerous times. Yet, I have friends who live further in the county in areas where the white population of the neighborhood and all of the neighborhoods within a twenty mile radius may hover close to 100% white who would never want to go. Writer John Wright said in an interview with St. Louis Magazine that there are still “people who won’t even go to Forest Park—they read somewhere that someone got raped in 1901” (qtd. in Cooperman). In her article in St. Louis Magazine, Jeannette Cooperman writes of residents who live in south St. Louis (a predominately white area) who have “never been north of 40” and of young girls who are warned never to go to the east side (Cooperman). There’s a cycle that starts to formulate with the segregation of whites and blacks. As I have mentioned, a significant number of St. Louis area municipalities tend to be either significantly black or significantly white. If I were to stay in Ladue, the number of African Americans I would encounter would be relatively few. Already there is great disparity between white and black St. Louis. There are large areas of St. Louis where African Americans live en masse. These areas tend to be high poverty and high crime and, growing up, I remember hearing about those areas only for their high crime rate. So, we St. Louisans easily become sequestered from these areas and the disparity expands. Cooperman writes that many of the decisions that shape our metro area are justified by masquerading the fear of race behind a fear of crime. This fear decided where St. Louis’s light-rail public transportation system, the MetroLink, stopped because outer suburban areas didn’t want “crime” coming into their neighborhoods. It was the reason a public housing project wasn’t moved to South County (Cooperman). It’s why I have friends that don’t want to go to the Delmar Loop or won’t go to Forest Park at night. We hear of dangers the area may have had many years ago or of a solitary incident of crime common in any urban environment and don’t want to take the risk. Our segregated city keeps us homogenous and our fear keeps us from meeting St. Louisans different than ourselves, a fear that is perpetuated by the fact we’ve never really experienced diversity. Our stereotypes and racial misperceptions persist and we can get stuck. And this dates back to the redlining and segregation that took place decades ago, yet while we can’t easily change the racial demographics, we can try and fix the lasting effects these old housing policies have on us. So what do we do?

In his interview on NPR, Norris and former Talk of the Nation host Neal Cohan asked Earson how to combat these unwanted subconscious perceptions of other races. Earsom’s solution is to remind yourself how inaccurate your perceptions are, to imagine yourself “in the other person’s shoes, as cliché as that sounds,” and to put yourself in different situations with residents of a different background than what you are familiar with (“‘Race Cards’: Six Words on Trayvon Martin’s Death”). But Earsom is in a position different from many other St. Louisans as he wants to change his perceptions. Not everyone will be so active. So, first, for those who are passive in this issue, there needs to be greater education and awareness as to St. Louis’s current segregatory system. St. Louisans need to think of largely African-American areas not solely as areas of high-crime and the areas need to stop being portrayed solely as such. Most of all, as Earsom said, St. Louisans need to make an effort. If you live in a predominately white area, spend a day exploring the shops in Ferguson. If you live deep in the county, drive around and enjoy the architecture in some of the oldest parts of the city. The effects of 20th century housing may persist for years to come, but we can do what we can to not let that divide us. St. Louis may have once had borders determining where you can live, but we don’t have borders determining where you can go. And when we acknowledge these racial misperceptions and try to counter them by not being complacent with these boundaries, only then will things begin to change.

Works Cited

Cooperman, Jeanette. “Race in St. Louis: The Color Line.” St. Louis Magazine. St. Louis Magazine, 17 Oct. 2014. Web. 9 Nov. 2015.

Gay, Malcolm. “White Flight and White Power in St. Louis.” Time. Time Inc., 13 Aug. 2014. Web. 9 Nov. 2015.

Gordon, Colin. “St. Louis and the American City.” Mapping Decline. University of Iowa, n.d. Web. 11 Nov. 2015.

“Missouri School District Demographic Profiles.” Proximity One. Proximity, n.d. Web. 11 Jan. 2016.

Pruitt, Adolphus. “Redlining continues in black neighborhoods.” St. Louis American. St. Louis American, 9 Oct. 2013. Web. 11 Nov. 2015.

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Wrong race, Wrong day for fun

Reginald Leroy Johnson,
Randallstown, MD.

On my birthday in June 1963 my mother decided to take me to Gwynn Oak Amusement Park as birthday gift…
We rode on the #28 bus…leaving the city the air was so sweet and clean, I saw ducks, and trees.
I was so overwhelmed by this beauty…that I thought we where in “heaven”
the park was was nice. A miniature train ride, carrousel, and Ferris Wheel..this is where “race card” plays in.

I insisted that my mom put me on the Ferris wheel…I get on board and I’m the only one riding alone on the wheel.
all the other kids (white) was in the the other seats two and three across.
When my seat on the wheel arrived to the top it stopped for about 5min (it felt like 5 hours)…I panicked and called for my mother and as I looked down she was aggravated at the operator…she was so animated in her actions that I knew she was after the operator to let me down.

gwynn oak 1He did eventually let me down(at his own pace and and speed), no hurry whatsoever.
As I got off the ride I heard him say to my mom …”this ‘ant ya’ll’s day”.

We left the park in silence…all these white people looking at us…I was scared all over again but, I did know why. My mom held me so close to her if she could fit inside her skin she would have that day.
We stood in silence as we waited for the bus to take us back into the city.

We got on the #28 and rode into town…we were the only ones on the bus for a while before we got to the city line.
All this time, my mom held my hand. Then her grip loosened, I looked up to her and saw her crying…not making a sound..it was a waterfall of tears so deep…drenching her blouse to her underwear. Her mouth open …no sound not a peep. By the time we got into town…she stopped crying.

She told me, as we got on the packed and hot #15 bus, that she was sick and that we could go another time she promised.
We never went back…ever.

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REPOST:  50 years later, desegregation of Gwynn Oak Amusement Park celebrated

Former protesters, and child who broke color barrier by riding merry-go-round, return
July 07, 2013|By Lorraine Mirabella, The Baltimore Sun

Woodlawn (Baltimore), MD- 7/7/13-Civil rights activists from the 60's and others sing freedom songs as they take part in the Unity Walk to the Historical Marker at Gwynn Oak Amusement Park to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the desegregation of the park. From left: Tony Fugett, President of Baltimore county Chapter of the NAACP; Bishop Denis J. Madden, Archdiocese of Baltimore; Rabbi Arthur Waskow; Baltimore County Executive Kevin Kamenetz; and Cyril O. Byron, Sr. Ed.D, a Tuskegee Airman. The desegregation of the Park was a defining moment in Baltimore civil rights history. Algerina Perna/Baltimore Sun, #8564.
Woodlawn (Baltimore), MD- 7/7/13-Civil rights activists from the 60’s and others sing freedom songs as they take part in the Unity Walk to the Historical Marker at Gwynn Oak Amusement Park to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the desegregation of the park. From left: Tony Fugett, President of Baltimore county Chapter of the NAACP; Bishop Denis J. Madden, Archdiocese of Baltimore; Rabbi Arthur Waskow; Baltimore County Executive Kevin Kamenetz; and Cyril O. Byron, Sr. Ed.D, a Tuskegee Airman. The desegregation of the Park was a defining moment in Baltimore civil rights history. Algerina Perna/Baltimore Sun, #8564.

Civil rights activists from the ’60s and others sing freedom… (Algerina Perna, Baltimore…)

The wooden roller coaster and the Dixie Ballroom are long gone.

Gone, too, from Gwynn Oak Park is the merry-go-round where a toddler in a pink dress took a historic spin on a summer afternoon a half-century ago.

That simple pleasure, a first for a black child at the formerly segregated Gwynn Oak Amusement Park, had become possible just weeks earlier in 1963 when hundreds of black and white protesters thrust Baltimore into the national spotlight and succeeded in integrating the park.

On Sunday, several hundred people filled the grassy Baltimore County park where the rides once stood, toting chairs and picnic lunches and sipping water in the sweltering heat, to mark the 50th anniversary of July 4 and 7 protests in 1963. Until then, nothing at the 64-acre park with picnic tables, playgrounds and a volleyball court hinted at that defining moment in Baltimore civil rights history, when nearly 400 people were arrested for trespassing, including nearly two dozen Catholic, Protestant and Jewish clergy members.

“I feel like we are righting a wrong by being here,” Baltimore County Executive Kevin Kamenetz said shortly before locking arms with clergy members and former protesters and leading a march to unveil a commemorative plaque.

“Opening the Gates,” sponsored by businesses, foundations and Christian, Jewish and Muslim groups, drew many of the original protesters who were jeered at by hecklers and jailed when they tried to enter the old amusement park.

Sharon Langley, now a Los Angeles resident who broke the Gwynn Oak racial barrier as a child, came back, too. And on display was the original wooden horse where Social Security Administration supply clerk Charles C. Langley Jr. had perched his 11-month-old daughter on Aug. 28, 1963, the same day Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his “I have a dream” speech. The horse’s private owners brought it to Gwynn Oak from its spot on the carousel, a ride on Washington’s National Mall since 1981.

Sitting at a shaded picnic table, Sharon Langley recalled coming back to the amusement park after that first time, playing skee-ball and learning to ice skate on the pond in winter. Sunday was her first time back since her family moved out of state after elementary school.

“So many ordinary people were part of civil rights,” said Langley, an elementary school administrator. “I’m glad my family felt this was an important thing to do. Every person has a part to play. Every person can do something in her community to move her community forward.”

Langley said she grew up knowing the Gwynn Oak visit was an important family event, but “I didn’t necessarily know it was still important to people.”

She found out otherwise, spending much of the day posing for pictures with people eager to meet her.

“That must have been some ride,” one woman said, shaking her hand.

As church and synagogue choirs sang, former protesters reminisced about the events of 50 years ago. Todd Gitlin had been a recent college graduate and activist with Students for a Democratic Society when he came to the July 4 protest, was arrested and spent the night in a packed jail cell. He returned for the July 7 protests and with others crossed a stream in the rear of the park to get in. Singing, the nonviolent demonstrators were met by angry mobs, recalled Alison Turaj Brown, another protester. A woman with a child threw a rock, which hit Brown in the head.

“All I know is I couldn’t see because of the blood,” said Brown, who lives in Sarasota, Fla.

The amusement park was different from the restaurants and theaters that the Congress of Racial Equality was pushing to integrate in the early 1960s, said Leo W. Burroughs Jr., 71, then a Morgan State College student and activist leader with CORE’s Baltimore chapter.

“That was the only large amusement park in the area,” said Burroughs, of Bolton Hill. “It was one of a kind. There were many restaurants, but there was only one amusement park of size, and that was Gwynn Oak.”

During the protests, he said, “a lot of people went to jail. … That was the strategy, to overwhelm the facilities.”

Protests that had begun nearly 10 years earlier ended after then-County Executive Spiro T. Agnew negotiated a settlement with the park’s owners to end segregation on Aug. 28, 1963. That day, Charles Langley visited with his wife, Marian, a nurse, and Sharon, not as members of a civil rights group but on a family outing, according to Baltimore Sun reports.

They “strolled through the midway, examining the different arcades until they reached the merry-go-round, where Sharon got her first ride,” a Sun report said. The privately owned park stayed open until 1972, when Tropical Storm Agnes washed much of it away. The county eventually acquired the property.

 

Three degrees, still remember stones thrown.

Akua Lezli Hope,
Corning, NY.

As a child in the great City, I was stoned and jeered as I made my way to Opportunity classes at PS 156, Laurelton Queens. The only black children were in these classes for intellectually gifted children — not among those whose parents demonstrated against our presence. I had seen the children of the South suffer this, but never thought it would happen in New York City. The continued inequities in education break my heart.

We are more alike than unalike

Emily Patten,
Phoenix, AZ.

I grew up in a city with a substantial lack of racial diversity, yet my parents and teachers were able to instill values of acceptance and empathy. In my adult life, I’ve found that those two beliefs go pretty far in the way of understanding those who don’t look like me. As an elementary school teacher, my goal is to create a similar environment in the classroom: my kiddos know what Maya Angelou so beautifully stated in her poem, “Human Family”: ‘We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike.’

White denial of privilege hurts all

img_0268Karen Randolph Rogers,
Kansas City, MO.

I’m a civil rights attorney who grew up in a predominantly white rural area and left for the city. I see the pain that racism causes in my work and my personal life and try to convey that to white friends and family who deny their privilege.

#SafetyPin

Alright if I look at you?

Margaret Snyder,
South Portland, ME.

I live in a predominately “white” city, but one where there are over 60 languages spoken. I see people of all colors around the city, and I find the languages, clothing, and colors to be enjoyable to experience, but I often feel it is not okay to stop and observe – I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable being looked at – they don’t know what I’m thinking – I want the freedom to look at and enjoy the diversity. So, can I look at you?

Aye, don’t panic, I’m only Hispanic

Joshua Cruz,
Salt Lake City, UT.

As a Hispanic growing up in Utah, I have lived in multiple cities, each different than the other. From cities where the Hispanic culture is massive, to where I have become the only colored family in the neighborhood. With multiple occasions filled with accusations such as have you asked the black family over there?” It hasn’t always been so bad.

“Lock your car while driving downtown.”

Michelle Allen,
Grand Rapids, MI.

I took drivers education in the summer of 1997, during a time when my hometown (a predominantly conservative, Christian Dutch community) was starting to become more heterogeneous. This lesson about locking my doors while driving downtown was strongly emphasized by my (white male) drivers ed teachers. It wasn’t until finishing my college education and studying multicultural literature that I realized what this message implied: African-American men on the streets of the city were a threat to young, white girls. My drivers ed teacher implied that merely by driving downtown – even in broad daylight – I was at risk of being mugged, raped, kidnapped, and murdered if I forgot to lock my door. Today, I commute to a job in the city, but I rarely lock my doors. I’m thankful that my liberal arts college education has helped me to recognize and transcend the earlier message imposed on me.

Why’s it always gotta be racial?

Anna Russell,
Mangum, OK.

#TheRaceCard is used by government to muddy the REAL ISSUE, the class divisions. When ppl are crammed in the ghettos of the largest cities it breeds contempt. Jobs and parents are scarce. Violence reigns supreme. The majority in the inner cities are black but not all, every color is there and they all feel looked down on. It’s mistaken for racial tension but it’s the shame of the lower class. I know because I felt it my whole childhood. Sure , a number of the rich are white, don’t hold it against us all. We struggle every day too!

Disheartened that non-racial issues become racial.

Meg Paul
Hattiesburg, MS

Recently, we had a very close mayoral race between the incumbent and his challenger. It was brought to light that there were many irregularities at the polls and particularly with illegal absentee ballots. The problems with process were very well documented and needed to be addressed. The only way to do this was to challenge the outcome in court. The judge ruled that we must hold a special election to determine who our new mayor will be. The incumbent (and winner by 37 votes) is African American and the challenger is Caucasian. I am fearful that this will further divide our fair city along racial lines. I am HOPEFUL that our city will look past the issues of race and work together to ensure that we can trust the voting process. I am HOPEFUL that we will all be able to trust that the city is being run by people of goodwill. I am HOPEFUL people will begin to cross racial lines with ease and embrace a common cause.

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