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Mom, why do they hate us?

IMG_1241-2Theresa Salomon,
Parkland, FL.

A few months ago, as my 7 year old son was about to seat next to a class mate, he was told that Blacks should stay on the other side. That sentence changed our lives. My son and I had many conversations about racisms, and throughout I was able to redirect, comfort, joke, explain…but when he asked me “Mom why do they hate us?” I was not sure of how nor what to answer. I am raising my son to be of the Human race and I hope to never drift from that course ever again.

White Jewish girl in a bubble

Emily Einhorn,
Beachwood, OH.

Whenever there is talk about racism, a part of me feels guilty. I have lived in a small suburb my entire life. In this town, people joke you’re either black, Jewish, or Asian. I have never witnessed a racist act and I feel as if I’ve missed out on being a part of a prominent aspect in American culture. I have never felt targeted as a Jew and I have never seen any of my friends be targeted for the color of their skin. I am taught that, that is not how America really is and as ridiculous as it sounds I want to have the opportunity to stand up for what I believe is wrong. I hate feeling like a lucky little white girl.

“Wear your face diapers, no Chinavirus”

Sabrina Chia,
USA

The actual quotation is “make sure to wear your face diapers, nobody wants the China Virus” and it was said by my Cross Country coach. I was one of two, maybe three, Asians on the team. But, of course, it was freshman year of high school and I was still getting to know the people on the team. I was fresh, new, ripe, and very, very Asian. And during that tumultuous time, I feared for the lives of my family, who were now very much at risk for Asian-hate crimes. I was terrified and I was so alone. Everyone there was standing and laughing at this China-virus joke, while I was simmering in the context: Asian-hate, Japanese Encampment, the 1924 Asian Exclusion Act.

Love, Hate, and everything in between

Keira Fox,
Ankeny, IA

Its easier to hate those who are different from yourself rather than embrace what makes them who they are. Instead people need to focus on the love for the beauty of being who you are. It goes deeper than just saying I don’t see people based on race. Its saying I see you for who you are and accepting that race doesn’t define every aspect of a person. -DMACC Student

“Immigrant” comes in all races/colors.

Jackie Spencer,
New York, NY.

The generalization we attach to people based on race is appalling. As an example when you speak of “immigrants” you do not think of this white blond person! I hope that raising this point makes people think before they generalize. We are all individuals with different beliefs and personalities and looks, but at the core we are all the same. Vive La Differance!

“Hate is easy, love takes courage.”

Amy Slater,
Boyne City, MI

This quote by Hannah Harrington has always been one of my favorites. It really is easy to choose hate. I see and hear more negativity than positivity around me. Choosing to love takes more work. It means branching out and feeling a little vulnerable. But what if everyone chose to love instead of hate? Could this world be a better place if we all chose love, kindness, and compassion?

The Uncertainty My Blackness Brings Me

Ashlei,
Knoxville, TN

Being a black woman sometimes feels like I will always have unjust obstacles in my life. I will learn to deal with them and not let them anger me the way they probably should. But I wonder if I will ever truly feel like I belong in a space. At the age of 19, I began to worry about how I will one day be treated when I give birth in a hospital. I wonder if my complaints of pain will be ignored because of the color of my skin. I hate that I now fear something as beautiful as childbirth, because of the un-proportionally high maternal mortality rates of black women in this country. I often catch myself not wanting to speak up about things that bother me because I don’t want to be perceived as “the angry black girl.” How many off-hand comments have I let slide because I was afraid of the way my disdain would be perceived? I wonder when I will ever feel like I truly belong in a space.

University of Tennessee, Knoxville Sociology 110

I trusted adults that taught hate.

Stan Pitts
Anchorage, AK

I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama, and was 10 years old during the fateful year 1963. My father was a Birmingham Police officer terribly conflicted between upholding the law and the treatment of the civil rights participants. My trusted adults and role models, the church leaders, scout masters, and teachers, taught me that while “all men are created equal” and that “Jesus loved the little children of the world”, it really meant white men and white children. I didn’t have a black classmate until high school, and my last two years were wracked by school-wide violence, especially during sporting events. I didn’t realize I was a racist until I was drafted and exposed to new people and ideas. I struggled with prejudice until my daughter married a black man. He is a wonderful person, husband and father and they have been happily married for twelve years. I asked my daughter why she married him, knowing the difficulties of bi-racial relationships, especially where she lives in Texas. To my surprise, she said that I had taught her to respect and care about all people, and that’s what she did. I cried.

I hate being called a “white boy”

Anonymous,
USA.

“White boy”, , , .

What I don’t understand is why there has always had to be a race at the bottom. No one seems to be able to get the freaking idea of racial equality through the six inches between their ears. First it was Africans. Then Jews, Asians, Latinos, Middle Eastern Peoples, there is always one at the bottom. Why do humans always feel the need to elevate themselves above one another? Same species, same intelligence, same hands, same ears, we are so much more alike then different. Yet no one can ever get that. And practically my whole life is dominated by “your a white boy” and “your racist” and my school life: “get out of here ‘white boy'” “you can’t do anything because your white” and I live in a very culturally diverse community which is a good thing, but I’m so immediately judged by my skin color. It does not freaking matter what your skin color is! I can’t get a girlfriend because I’m white. I cried looking at my white hands when I was younger because of how much it was the cause of my problems. I don’t think the world will ever change. Maybe it will change who it is racist to, but seems to never stop being in some way, racist.

Canada has a racism problem, too

Emma Lamson Edirisinghe,
Canada.

Following the U.S. election, hatred and bigotry have reared its ugly head in Canada, too, where many think racism isn’t a problem like it is in the neighbour to the south. There have been crimes and assaults particularly against Muslim and Jewish people, including a shooting at a Quebec mosque that left six dead — an extremely rare occurrence in Canada due to the strict gun laws. Canadians need to push back against the radical white supremacy that has taken over in the U.S., because it CAN happen here, too.

They hate me because I’m Black?

Alexander,
Sandy Springs, GA.

I grew up in a majority neighborhood during the eighties and nineties. There were only a few other minority families in the area at the time. It wasn’t until college after high school graduation I learn I was black and highly disliked based on the color of my skin and not the content of my character.

As the months turn into years I find myself melancholy how the media, and Hollywood describes blacks. It disturbs me when Caucasians clutch their bags, lock their car doors and cower in fear in the back of elevators when they see my smile. I’m unsure if they understand the problems they cause with simple actions. I’m even less sure they comprehend that once upon a time when we were adolescence we all played together.

It’s too bad that in 2012 we still haven’t passed our underlying fear, feelings and race relations. I was convinced we overcame this point in time until the 2008 election. It was at that point when I learned the true feelings of my Caucasian co-workers concerning Barack Obama. I was unclear if the hatred was based on politics or something more sinister?

My feelings regarding race relations will always remain the same. I believe we are all children of God, creative equally and just. I believe uneducated resentment is unfortunate side bar in our wonderful countries past. I urge those who do find themselves filled with rage and anger toward different nationalities to step outside of comfort zones and explore each other’s cultures they may be surprised what we all have in common….

Wouldn’t it be great not to be judged by the color of your skin wow… Now there’s a thought….

I hate being called a “white boy”

Anonymous,
USA.

“White boy”, , , .

What I don’t understand is why there has always had to be a race at the bottom. No one seems to be able to get the freaking idea of racial equality through the six inches between their ears. First it was Africans. Then Jews, Asians, Latinos, Middle Eastern Peoples, there is always one at the bottom. Why do humans always feel the need to elevate themselves above one another? Same species, same intelligence, same hands, same ears, we are so much more alike then different. Yet no one can ever get that. And practically my whole life is dominated by “your a white boy” and “your racist” and my school life: “get out of here ‘white boy'” “you can’t do anything because your white” and I live in a very culturally diverse community which is a good thing, but I’m so immediately judged by my skin color. It does not freaking matter what your skin color is! I can’t get a girlfriend because I’m white. I cried looking at my white hands when I was younger because of how much it was the cause of my problems. I don’t think the world will ever change. Maybe it will change who it is racist to, but seems to never stop being in some way, racist.

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