The Race Card Project
By Michele Norris
Madison Wells,
Bettendorf, IA
As a kid growing up I have always been told especially in school that I have no soul because of the color of my hair. When I would get an attitude people would say “it’s the hair talking”. The color of someone’s hair should not define them as a person. You should get to know somewhere before you make a judgment/comment based on their hair color.
– Madison Wells
– Scott Community College
Nathan Ojeda,
Ladera Ranch, CA
Because of my physical features, eye color, hair color, complexion…. people generally are surprised to learn that I speak Spanish and that my parents are from Mexico.
Shane Broyles,
Submitted via Twitter: @sabroyles.
Raleigh, NC.
#theracecardproject
Photo is not mine.
Maria,
Lakeland, FL.
I’m Italian, so have to identify as white. Do I stand with ‘Christian white America’? No. Race, orientation, even hair color are not things I judge people on. “Love your neighbor as yourself”, period. No If’s And’s or But’s about it.
Megan Schluentz,
Muskegon, MI.
Your dumb blonde jokes won’t stop me from becoming a doctor.
Melissa Villegas,
Temecula, CA.
From as far back as I can remember people assume that because I am blonde I have the most fun and have no brains. They seem to assume I am easy to pick-up and easy to make fun of. I cannot tell you how many “dumb blond” jokes I have heard in my years. I am picked on because I am blonde or I am not taken seriously because of my hair color. Not matter who we are people will make assumptions. It is easy to fall into the pigeon hole society attempts to place us in. We need to remind ourselves who we are on the inside and let that show on the outside. Skin, hair and eyes those just give us color in a dull world. Shine bright from the inside.
CBU HIS311
Anne Tobin,
Normal, IL.
Ever since I was thirteen, I’ve had to deal with the flack of my hair color. After South Park aired their “Ginger” episode, I hear ginger jokes every day at least once. When I enter a room or when I try and talk. “Shut up, Ginger.” “No one cares ’cause you’re a ginger.” Any time I flubbed up a word, tripped over something, or forgot my homework, it was because I have no soul. I grew to hate my hair, my one defining feature and I wanted to change it all because of their incessant jokes and teasing. I would wear hats to hide my hair and tie it up to make it less noticeable. I would cry to my mom about dying my hair. I even saved up money for my new hair color. Of course my mother would not allow me to dye my hair, so I just had to roll with the punches. Yes I know, I’m white, and I might not have the most room to talk, but it did affect me. It still does. I hate the very word “ginger” and get insulted whenever anyone calls me that name.
Conzuelo De Luna,
American Canyon, CA.
I might not look like other Mexicans, but just because I’m pale, with lighter hair and eyes doesn’t mean I’m different
Kelsey Spriggs
Boca Raton, FL
Everyone is put under a stereotype. However, people don’t understand that saying I am dumb because I am blonde is also putting me under a stereotype. My hair color doesn’t affect my intelligence. I can laugh at blonde jokes too, but my blonde hair does not define me.
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