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My Face Judged Before My Voice

Kaia Van-Seng,
Santa Rosa, CA

My identity is something I take seriously. It shapes who I am and how I interact with the world. So when I was racially profiled for the first time in second grade, I was shocked. Taylor Mountain elementary school was where I learned how to communicate with others, especially as I worked on my speech issues with a speech therapist.
But during my very first session, something felt off. When I was called out of class, I was greeted by a very tall blonde haired man. The first word he said to me was “Konichiwa”. I didn’t even know what it meant – most English speaking second graders wouldn’t – so I just stared at him. Then he asked “What type of Asian are you?” I told him I was Vietnamese- it was a common question. He laughed and told me ‘I looked more Japanese.’
To this day I am still confused about this interaction- not offended but curious. It was the first time I understood how casually people can reduce someone into a stereotype. Even when it’s a core part of who they are.

Judged by Locs, but not my heart

Samyiah Presley,
Grand Prairie, TX

I chose these six words because they reflect the experience of being judged based on my appearance—specifically my dreadlocks—rather than who I am as a person. As a lighter-complexioned Black American with locks, I face assumptions and stereotypes tied to my hairstyle, which has deeper cultural meaning. My race card highlights the tension between self-expression and societal judgment.

We’re all the same, but different.

Cynthia-81515Cynthia Parra,
Beaumont, TX.

Through my profession, I have been given the opportunity to work with university students from marginalized groups and I have become a local social justice advocate. What I have learned is that everyone one wants to be be love, accepted, and not judged. We as individuals, just go about looking for love and acceptance in different ways.

Judged for wanting to be different

IMG_1008Jared Baumer,
Laguna Hills, CA.

It can be hard to stand out and pursue a path of something different then what society and the world want you to do. People categorize you as weird or a loser if you aren’t doing what everyone else is doing. If anyone struggled with this all I can say is stay focused on your dreams and prove everyone wrong through your success.

My voice is always hidden away.

brandy-robertsBrandy Roberts,
Cottonport, LA.

I am a loving mom of 2 beautiful kids. I am proud to be white, and I can not voice that to a single person, lest I be judged a racist. I have love pure and strong in my heart. I can not for the life of me understand why all whites are forced to apologize for being white. Why do all the other race’s get to throw shade and we are just suppose to take it and never speak up. I voted for Trump because I want change. We need unity. I am tired of having my voice taken from me. Truthfully I feel threatened by the black race. Not all but definitely a majority. I wish them the best in all they do. I have no hate for them. To me, they are unknown, and some are frightening. They are so strong in their beliefs and voice them constantly. If I voiced any of my proudness to be white, I would like some racist be yacht. And get jumped by a few. Just wish we could take pride in ourselves. There are so many organizations for black pride. We only had 1, the KKK, and seriously no white person wants to sign up for that.

Loving and Hating being Asian

Vivian Li
San Jose, CA

I deeply appreciate my heritage as a Chinese-American. It has taught me about a complex culture, thousands-of-years-old ideology, and a strong sense of identity. I am proud of the country my ancestors hail from and its incredibly rich and its understudied history. It has given me beautiful looks, and the wisdom of being a minority. But I can’t help but feel so angry every time I see the complete lack of representation of Asians in every aspect of American life.

Why is it that Chang, one of two Asian characters, on Orange is the New Black has so few appearances, speaks broken English, and is perceived as the weird, foreign other? Why am I judged so quickly because I have black hair and soft, almond eyes? Why are the mental and emotional problems of Asian-Americans largely undiscussed and generally regarded as nonexistent? Why is it so taboo among Asian-American communities to openly discuss race issues?

I’m always angry but I hide it well.

Race doesn’t matter; What’s inside does.

R.E.A.L. Talk,
High Tech Middle Media Arts,
7th Grade Trailblazer

Lots of people have asked me if I was Filipino. I’ve always had the same reply, ”I am a Jamaican and Chinese mix”. After encountering people who asked me such questions, I wondered why it mattered what race I was. I have read books where characters were judged based on their race, such as the book, “Waiting for Anya”. In this book, the Nazi soldiers have come to Jo’s village to patrol the borders. Everyone thinks that these soldiers are bad and mean because the soldiers that came before had been rude and intrusive. They judged the soldiers based on their appearance instead of what’s on the inside. When people actually start to accept the soldiers they realize that not all Nazis are bad and that these Nazis certainly aren’t. Books like these teach kids that race doesn’t matter; what’s inside does. When will people start to accept that race doesn’t exist, humans only think it does?

Nature Didn’t Create Race: Humans Did.

Race isn’t real; we make it real. People should start to accept others for what’s on the inside and not the outside. According to a study by Charles Darwin, all humans are all the same species and are 99.5% the same. Among the family heirlooms that Charles Darwin inherited, symbolically speaking, was a china cameo depicting a black slave in chains, asking “Am I not a man and a brother?” This proves that people have falsely made race real. Why does this matter? Because, we the people need to understand that we are all equal no matter the race or religion. An opposing view may be that we aren’t equal and that only one race is superior. Again, Charles Darwin’s phrase that “all humans are all the same species and are 99.5% the same,” confirms my point. Does that other .5% really matter? In Theory, people should learn to welcome the inner-self instead of the outer-self, because nobody is more important than another.

“You probably don’t speak English”

Michelle Liv,
New York City, NY.
Brooklyn

As a person of color, it still angers me that mainstream society still regards what is “white” as “normal” or the status quo. I hate being judged on my racial appearance and assumed that I do not speak English because I am not white. These words were uttered to me at a coffee shop in downtown Manhattan when I was ignoring a man who accused me of cutting him in line.

Style, because appearances are judged first

Karen Doh
Ann Arbor, MI

Human beings judge, no matter what race or ethnicity. But besides race, people also judge appearances in style, posture, and talk. Rather than fighting against the unchangeable judgment of race, working with it can help ease up stereotypes and distinctions.

Sadly, people never get to know another because their style could indicate that they are different. So with the small effort of styling oneself to fit in with the majority of the community, without having to give up individualism and character, one can be given the chance for people to get to know him or her and that they really are no different underneath it all.

How do I protect my kids?

Michele Kacmarcik Savin
Wilmington, DE

When I listened to the report on Wednesday I ached for my daughter… whose birth mother, my husbands first wife, was adopted from Korea. She was teased on the bus as a first grader, and told to go back where she came from… which was Wilmington Delaware! I never imagined we would have to deal with that so early! She looks nothing like her blond haired blue eyed father who was raising her as a single dad when I met them. I have been mom since she was two, and legally adopted her. The assumptions people make are enormous… people would stop me in the grocery store to tell me all about their overseas adoption journeys… when we moved into our current home the neighbors thought my husband so wonderful to have married a single mom with an adopted daughter! But for her when I was pregnant with her brother she hoped for a baby that looked just like her… not possible as I am also blond haired and blue eyed. I look every day for similarities.. and love to point out things that are unique to the two of them .. and their father! The irony of course is that I worry about my white son too… he will be a minority when he grows up… and will also be judged… on history he did not contribute to.

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