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Don’t forget about the smaller nationalities

Emily Kim,
Garden Grove, CA

I look Vietnamese, I have a common Korean last name but I’m neither, I’m Cambodian. All my life I grew up with peers always assuming I’m Vietnamese without even asking what race I am first. I went to schools that dominantly had Vietnamese students witch is why they probably why they assumed I was Vietnamese too. Others thought I was Korean after they found out my last name was “Kim”. Every time I bring up that I’m not Vietnamese, they look at me in shock and so it turns into a guessing game of which nationality I am.

Difference between Phillando and me? Nothing.

Barry,
MN.

As a black man, who – though I hate the phrase, acts very “white”, I feel as though you have act a certain way to fit into society and get less harassed. I don’t act white on purpose, it’s just who I am; how I was raised. Nonetheless, this “act” shouldn’t have to be.

We all know the number 1 rule, don’t scare white people. When this happens, we die.

This bothers me. And, there is a small amount of guilt, because why am I not dead too? What made me so special to escape with a warning and my life.

Is it because I drive a nice car, wear business clothes, don’t have dreads? Because I’m middle class, don’t sound black-american, or some other litte thing. Is it because I have a white sounding name, and both work in a white rural area and live in a predominantly white suburb? Is it because my fiance is white and if people see us together then I must be “safe” one?

What makes my life worth more, than that of my brothers?

It is because I was a good little negro and didn’t scare the white man.

It is because I have to supress my pride and my identity, my fierceness, my swag, when I confront authority eye to eye, man to man.

I have to be a smiling non-threatening “friendly black” and they mostly leave me alone.

Sometimes I sick of it. I am black, and proud. “I am a man.” Stop killing us.

Whites are not a monolith either.

Elias Miller,
Richmond, VA

This is a variation of the famous Shirley Chisholm quote.

I feel like so much of the corporate training in diversity, equity, and inclusion has the wrong focus: it teaches us to make generalizations about racial or ethnic groups and to remember those generalizations when we interact with others. The intention is to promote awareness of various cultural narratives, but I’m afraid this type of thinking often does the opposite: it elevates difference over our shared humanity and perpetuates stereotypes. We would be better off listening to what others are actually saying, rather than trying to remember narratives that are MORE LIKELY to have impacted them based on their group status.

I’m a gay, white, Southern, atheist, academic librarian in my early 40s, and, while I’ve benefitted from identity politics in some respects, I’ve also been disadvantaged by the stereotyping that identity politics encourages. It should be possible to be aware of the diversity of beliefs and experiences associated with a given subculture without letting that awareness undermine our shared values. At this point, I do feel like much of the rhetoric about diversity, equity, and inclusion is promoting grievances, rather than solutions that help and unite us.

Difference between staying alive or dying

Isaiah Borders,
Kannapolis, NC

p>Race in America can be a life or death situation during some occasions. Racial injustice is 100% real and there’s a chance you could get racially profiled from the color of your skin. I chose to say “Difference between staying alive or dying” because, depending on what race you are is the difference from you being completely comfortable getting pulled over and having no problems with it or being scared for your life by just making eye contact with a police officer.

Recognize differences, realize that’s not bad

Jess,
Omaha, NE

As a white woman who grew up in the midwest I was always told I shouldn’t talk about the differences, it was bad to talk about how my skin was different or my hair was different than another child. I think these messages have positive intentions, not to make someone feel bad for being different but I feel now as an adult that these messages do more hard than good. Embrace differences, discuss them, and learn to find what connects us. We don’t have to be scared of things that make us different that can be our strength. America is supposed to be a melting pot, a country that allows everyone to be their own person and embrace their individuality. I want to be a part of rewriting this narrative and helping to eliminate this unintentional microaggression.

No real difference… know real difference

cleanJohn Everett,
Miami, FL.

same difference~
it should be more about
who i am
than what i am,
agree?
see, i could survive
being you
but could you exist
being me?
i’m hated and shunned
just for my skins’ hue
no matter what i say
it doesn’t matter what i do
but you lie in the sun
to darken your complexion
and acquire fuller features
with collagen injections
do you see the contradiction
the incongruity
you wont admit that you do
but i know that you see
our situation is different
from any other race’s claims
they fought and died to get here
we were brought here in chains
oppressed and depressed
whipped and hanged
literally and figuratively
and the scars remain
and you say forget it
it’s all in the past
but we’re still second class citizens
in a country built on our backs
but above all that
and this is what’s magnificent
we’re so much more alike
than we are different

The Chicana to make a difference

rosalitaMaria Pacheco,
Riverside, CA.

My parents never graduated high school. None of my family members have ever been to college. But this Chicana wants to be the first one to make a difference in my family to show them that it is never too late to go back to school and earn a degree. I gave myself many reasons why I could not go back to school and that was because I was afraid to fail. I am towards the end of my journey with school and I have been on the Principals List ever since my first class. I am proud of how far I have come and I hope to make my family proud the day I walk across the stage and earn my degree. This Chicana will make a difference for her familia and for the next generation of family members to come. This Chicana has done it! Aaaayaaaaah, ja, ja, ja, jaaaaaaiiiiiii!!! “shout out to CBU HIS311”

My world told me I’m Black.

Robert Franklin,
Denver, CO.

Race is a construct we all have a part in teaching to our youth. Yes, we are a part of a system, yes we are just individuals working to make the best as good as it can be, yes the oppressive ideas and incentives that keep race and other factors of difference prominent decision-making tools in our communities and countries. So what are you gonna do about it?

I’m not a person of color

Gabriella Grange,
Plano, TX.

Before coming to college, I always thought of myself as a black person. But when I got to college a few years ago, I heard people use the term “people of color” and it boggled me. Even though the term is used to foster solidarity, the term can be used to create a dichotomy between people with white skin and those without white skin. I am not a “person of color”. I’m black and have lived in the US since the minute I was born.

My experience as a black person is specific to me and me alone. Even though I appreciate people’s efforts to sound more politically correct, I also have come to understand how problematic it can be depending on what context it is in. I was in an Afro-American Studies class and my professor told the class how he thought the term “people of color” was problematic because it really sounds like many, if not all, people are trying to sugarcoat the old fashioned term “colored” with political correctness.

I went to an ethnically diverse high school in Texas, with people of various backgrounds, but no one used the term “people of color” (no one probably even knew what the term “people of color” meant). My experiences as a black person might or might not be the same as those of my Asian, Latino, Native American, or for that matter other Black acquaintances and friends (but neither will they always be the same as those of my White friends and acquaintances). I am aware that there are efforts to foster more effective heart to heart dialogue in which people are not screaming at each other online to check racial privileges and have their individual narratives lumped together under “oppressed” and “oppressor” (it’s most likely why I don’t have any social media, even though I acknowledge the positive potential of social media to foster social change), and I always think there could be much more done to foster effective dialogue.

This does not necessarily require categorizing everyone’s experiences into oppressed and oppressor. So are all white people the oppressors now? What about people who are Jewish but do not have white skin? What about people who have ancestry from Europe, the Middle East, and North Africa but do not have white skin? What about people who can pass for white but are also Native American, Asian, Black, or Latino? Should we categorize them all under “oppressors”? Should we just portray all people not considered white to be victims? Because I definitely don’t consider myself a victim of racism, even though I’m a black female.

I grew up neither lower nor upper middle class in a wealthy but socioeconomically diverse suburb, I haven’t gotten shot at or brutalized by police or other students at school, and I haven’t encountered a whole bunch of microaggressions in college. My parents have grad school degrees, and my sister and I go to colleges in New England even if we had to have institutional financial aid to get there. And yeah, I can’t pass for white, either. People know I’m not white even though I have been asked many times by non-white people and white people alike what my ethnicity is and whether I’m really black or not. It shows in my chocolate skin tone and braided hair. So when I listen to the experiences of other students from marginalized or underrepresented groups, I keep my mouth shut because many of the “students of color” at my school have had very different experiences than I do, and I would not want to co-opt anyone’s experiences and make them my own. Because they’re not my experiences.

I understand why the term “people of color” was used, and I also understand that there needs to be another term that does not create a divide between us vs them. I’m not saying “deny difference”, “be post-racial”, or even “#All Lives Matter”. I’m just saying that we need to either amend the way we use the term “people of color” or come up with a different term for how to describe people who aren’t considered white, or aren’t given access to the privileges associated with having white skin, in discourses surrounding race and ethnicity, especially if we want the #Black Lives Matter movement to keep moving forward. If you have any ideas about how to go about this, please feel free to post. Thank you for facilitating The Race Card Project.

Made-up, fear, love, in, out, together

Dev Michel Luthra,
Jamaica Plain, MA.

I am the child of an Indian (Asian) father and a European mother, both of whom were raised in Africa. I have spent most of my life here in the US. My brother and children were born here. I still struggle with how entitled the white elite is in terms of language, everyday life. Most white Americans struggle with any name that is not Joe or Betty. Small things I suppose but revealing: we struggle with difference. I don’t understand why. This country was founded on difference, no? But then it was also founded on the death of difference….

Army-wide, we were all green.

Christine Cook,
Wayne State,
Ann Arbour, MI

When I was in the Army, diversity was important. So was looking past color differences. At the beginning of basic training, the drill sergeant insisted we were all “green”–meaning the color of our uniform was more important than the color of our skin.

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