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When your blueprint is pretty funny

Jilly Bean,
Houston, TX

The blueprint for my life was etched from a very young age. I was told constantly by everyone that I was pretty and that I was funny. My sister on the other hand was told she was smart, intelligent, a genius. She was told that she was going to go so far in life. Me, I was just pretty and funny. When I didn’t do something well I would hear the comment, “well at least she is pretty”. That stayed with me, affected me, and shaped me. Making sure I was good at being pretty and funny was at the forefront of my being. It was an underlying trigger for my diagnosed ocd and anxiety. To this day the comments have not changed. Your so pretty, your so funny, your such a good cheerleader….. and so that is where my focus stays

Always felt different. All are unique.

Nona Lynn Simons
Orangevale, CA

My Six Words: Have you ever felt different from everybody else? I have and sometimes I still do! In the fifth grade, I was different because I was part Jewish and my classmates weren’t. They went to church and I didn’t. During the last week of school, one of my nicest classmates used the word “Jew” as a swear word. Where did that come from, I wondered. How could such a nice person say such a mean thing? Later, I learned I was all Jewish; my mistake! Also, my parents knew that we lived in an upper middle class, church going area, and racism and religious bigotry were the norm. So, they told us to pretend we were half Jewish to see how people would respond. I got it all wrong and told my classmates that I was a Christian. My middle sister who was in the 7th grade said she was half Jewish. I can’t remember what my oldest sister said. Somebody who knew my middle sister was an older sibling to one of my classmates. Somehow, they put “two and two” together and found out that I had been lying about my religious affiliation. Ooops! That made for a miserable year. My middle sister was always harassed because she was “half Jewish,” and she would come home in tears. My oldest sister found a boyfriend and a girl who became her best friend, so things were okay with her. Then we moved, and we were now all Jewish again. We were in a better neighborhood, but I did not fit in with the crowd. Just when I almost had popularity in my grasp, I found out from my middle sister that a classmate who was being taunted mercilessly was having a hard time because her parents were getting a divorce. I knew what growing up in a fractured home was like (my parents fought a lot). So, I defended the girl who was being taunted mercilessly and my popularity vanished, along with a number of supposed friends. In my first junior high school, the seventh grade class had a caste system of sorts; the most popular girls and guys were at the top of the social ladder. Cheerleaders and football players came next. The intelligent kids were in their own group. There were a few other crowds of kids who were part of the social structure and knew their place. I was first a “reject” (kind of like being an outcast in India), and later on happily became an “independent agent.” I didn’t belong to a crowd but I wasn’t a reject; for me, that was a step up in the world. The next year, I befriended two older kids and we spent a lot of time together. I had a history teacher who made learning fun, and I started to do well in one class. Then we moved to a different school, and I had a clean start. In this school, there was no caste system; just different crowds of people. There were the popular kids, the cheerleaders and athletes, the folk singers and political activists, a few rejects, a Christian crowd, and a few other crowds. I tried being with the folk singing group but did not have a guitar, so I did not really fit in that crowd. Nor, did I fit in any other crowd. When I was placed in one advanced placement class, I did not fit in with the intelligent students who had been in the same special classes for several years. I found a few independent agents like me, and thus fared better. No longer a reject, but totally unique; the square peg in the round hole! When we graduated from junior high school, all of us went to the same high school. The social system was pretty much the same, as was my standing. I was a political activist but not as far to the left as the peace crowd. I was not in the Christian group, cheer leading group, or drama club. I was the only person in my two advanced placement classes that took art and was not in any other advanced placement class! The art students were not academically inclined. Still a square peg in a round hole, but happier; I had more of a sense of myself. I knew where I was headed and who I was, and that was good enough for me. In college I met people from all different walks of life, from different places around the country, from outside the United States, from different racial groups. I realized that everyone was a human being, each unique in his or her own way, but still members of one family, the human family.

Noir, Schwartze, Negredo – I Am Black

image9Courtney Jones,
Denver, CO.

People hide behind the stereotypes, racism, politics, and labels to avoid CONNECTING with others. Are we afraid people have more in common with us than we allow our differences to believe? My pride in my race contributes to my Life & community. It takes nothing from you & we all gain by celebrating the uniqueness that makes us a HUE-man community.

“White privilege” is not about blame.

Nkrumah,
Hattiesburg, MS.

The term “White privilege” is not about blame. It is about getting people to recognize that there are some advantages to not being a person of color. For example a White man doesn’t have to worry about being labeled the “angry black man” if he gets upset in a public setting.

Not white enough and too white.

Maritza Aviles de Garcia,
Dallas, TX.

My entire life has been spent walking between two worlds, the predominantly white world outside of my home, and the watered-down Puerto Rican culture of my home. Growing in Central Texas, there were three Puerto Rican families. We were one of them. I translated for my parents whether they liked it or not. It made white people realize that if I was smart enough as a kid to translate between two languages, then my parents must be smart too. Some folks would change the way they treated my parents. I witnessed this as a child in the eighties.

As I got older, identity became more complicated. People were looking for clear-cut labels. On more than several occasions, I was asked, “What are you?” My response, “I’m a human female.” (I was a trekkie at heart.) No one liked that answer. When they persisted, I explained they were asking the wrong question. I’m not a “what,” I’m a “who.”

So to sheltered white folks, I wasn’t white enough. I was exotic. To everyone else, including other Puerto Ricans, I was white. I never belonged. It still kinda hurts me to say that. I wasn’t actively trying to defy societal norms regarding race and culture. It was pretty obvious to me when the lines were being drawn.

I also had issues with forms. Hispanic is not a race, it’s a culture. No, it’s a label for a group of people who speak Spanish. Spanish speakers come from different countries with diverse cultures and dialects. No one wanted to hear that back then.

Now I’m forty. Has anything changed? Yes. Those who love indiscriminately are more numerous than before. More voices speaking out all at once can’t be easily silenced.

My mom and dad speak English!

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

Both my parents grew up in Mexico. When people see me they think they have to translate in Spanish for me. It seems everyone always asked “Do you know English?” When I was only six, the stereotypes I was exposed to were “You look Mexican, do you eat burritos?” and “Do you speak Spanish only?” or “Do you know english?” I’m portrayed as a kid who doesn’t know English well. People may assume my parents must not be able to speak English. I was born and raised in San Diego. At home, we speak both languages, Spanish and English. This is important to share because just because I look Mexican, you may not know that I could speak many different language other than Spanish. It takes a real dedicated parent to show their child what real culture is, false information takes a toll on kids later it’s better to know that race is a category to divide people. That is why it’s important to education young people. I know that race is what divides us it’s the word that made slaves work day and night, the word that broke lives, the word that was used for the splitting of equals.

Race is a myth.

Race is something that is a sensitive but important topic to talk about. Not many people know the truth. Race is not biologically real, but socially real. There is no such thing as race such as categories humans by the way they physically look. Bill Nye, a well-known scientist who is the CEO of The Planetary Society, states that “there is no such thing as a purebred dog, if you breed a chihuahua and a great dane it’s just a mix of genes that is the outcome, not a purebred species.” He has gotten controversial feedback on people not as open minded to the facts, but there isn’t anything that he can do. It’s a fact that race is a man-made idea. There are studies that “it’s not very healthy to put “labels” on people.” This is related to race in humans because even though each human has different traits they are all one species; human. The truth is labels don’t help at all, they make it seem as one person is more superior to another. As the Newsweek stated “It seems that the belief in human races, carrying along with it the prejudice and hatred of “racism,” is so embedded in our culture and has been an integral part of our worldview for so long that many of us assume that it just must be true”. Even though, race is a sensitive topic we should all learn to use our voice and not stay quiet.

Are we not all just Americans

Nate Handlin,
Portland, OR.

We need to end the labels, this only breeds division to us all. Instead of us vs. them, would it be nice to say this is our country, these are our issues we need to deal with, not theirs, not my people. but Americans. Was this not the reason we became a country. Equality to all, no special treatments, to be judged by merit, actions, and words, not because he is white black brown green ect.

This question shouldn’t even be there.

Samantha D.
Los Angeles, CA

I’m from Eastern Europe and I find America’s racial diversity very interesting and exciting. That being said America is entirely too focused on the label of race – from job applications, college applications, scholarships, to nearly every government form. The principle of the question really bothers me and I usually select “Other” or “Refuse to Answer”. I won’t be labeled by these simple terms. But then a doubt creeps in.. does it matter? How will it affect my chances of getting into my dream school or landing my dream job? I want to stick it to the man for asking but I don’t have enough confidence in our system that it won’t hurt me in return. This question shouldn’t even be there. It makes no difference.

Good news: Whites fear racist label

Caitlin Sullivan
Seattle, WA

White people, even the most overtly racist ones, hate being called racist. As long as that’s true, maybe there’s hope for change, or at least a conversation. When white people say racist things and are not called racist, they often continue. But when that label is used, they are often shocked out of their habits. It’s fascinating to me that white people fear that label so much. And it gives me a kind of hope.

Race Card Project creates new type of conversation

racecards, pile, oregonJESSE WASHINGTON— Dec. 1, 2012

She asked for just six words. Michele Norris, the National Public Radio host, was starting a book tour for her memoir, which explored racial secrets. Sensing a change in the atmosphere after the election of the first black president, and searching for a new way to engage and listen, Norris printed 200 postcards asking people to express their thoughts on race in six words. The first cards that trickled into her mailbox were from Norris’ friends and acquaintances.

Then they started coming from strangers, from people who had not heard Norris speak, from other continents. The tour stopped; the cards did not: “You know my race. NOT ME!” “Chinese or American? Does it matter.” “Oh, she’s just another white girl.” “Waiting for race not to matter.” Such declarations brought the Race Card Project to life. “I thought I knew a lot about race,” says Norris, 51, an award-winning black journalist. “I realized how little I know through this project.” Two years later, the cards have become almost a parallel career for Norris, best known for her work on NPR’s “All Things Considered.” She and an assistant have catalogued more than 12,000 submissions on http://theracecardproject.com .

The_Race_Card_Project_Brow_t670People now send them via Facebook and Twitter or type them directly into the website, leading to vibrant online discussions. Many cannot resist accompanying their Race Cards with explanations, stories and personal experiences. Norris, in turn, feels compelled to contact them, listen to their stories, and archive this new conversation about race. The discussion is inseparable from this moment, when the page of America’s racial history is in mid-turn. Part of Norris’ inspiration came from a series of NPR interviews on race during Barack Obama’s ascent. His reelection has reenergized Norris’ multiracial community of six-word poets: “Black babies cost less to adopt.” “Never a Nazi, just a German.” “Money on counter, not in hand.” “You are dirt, so I scrubbed.”

Eric Liu, an author and educator, heard about the Race Card Project from a friend. He calls it “brilliantly powerful” due to the strict brevity: “It forces this profundity that you wouldn’t get if you let people go on for two hours.” “It uses this format on the front end to unlock all of this expression and imagination,” Liu said, “and on the back end, once it’s out in the world, it forces people to see each other with new eyes.” That’s what happened one Sunday when Celeste Brown, a graduate student from Florida, noticed the Race Card Project on Twitter and typed “We aren’t all ‘Strong Black Women'” into her computer. A fire was lit. Women and men of all ethnicities gathered at keyboards from Los Angeles to Ireland. Comments flew: Isn’t Strong Black Woman a compliment?

No, it’s strong like oxen — less than human. It doesn’t matter how we treat them because they will survive. Time to stop putting up walls and be vulnerable. I feel like I’m forced to be strong. It makes a woman sound like a weed, not a flower. In an interview, Brown said that her statement unconsciously distilled ideas and experiences she had previously shared only with close friends, like the tension between being independent and needing a man, or the question of how black women can build careers without being stereotyped as too aggressive. “I wrote the first thing that came to mind,” Brown said. For Norris, such exchanges fulfill her goal of making it easier for people to talk about race. As a professional interviewer, she often sees racial questions lead people into “the pretzel twist” — arms folded, legs crossed, shoulders hunched. But with the Race Card Project, people express things unlikely to be spoken into an NPR microphone: “Marry white to dilute the black.” “I married a black man anyway.”

michele-norris-076When did your family come here?” “Disagree with blacks? Automatic racist. Pathetic!!!” Norris knows about reticence from her own family. In her memoir, “The Grace of Silence,” Norris describes a secret her doting father never told her: He was shot in 1946 by a white police officer in his native Birmingham, Ala. Her mother hid something, too: Norris’ beloved grandmother traveled from town to town in the 1940s and ’50s dressed as Aunt Jemima to sell pancake mix, a custom that many now consider a degrading mammy stereotype. By confronting her family’s secrets, Norris has inspired others to reveal their own. Like the businessman in Los Angeles’ Koreatown who told Norris that he abhors Asian gangs, but secretly roots for them because they present an image of Asian manhood he doesn’t see anywhere else. Or the elderly white woman who, along with her childhood friends, used to throw rocks at black sharecropper children walking by her home in Louisiana. She recalls the chill she got when one black girl was hit by a rock and turned to look her dead in the eye, a look that made her recognize her transgression.

The woman asked her father what she should do. He told her, using the n-word, that she couldn’t hurt black people because “they have thicker skin.” Or the story of Arlene Lee, who posted: “Birthday present; you are black, sorta?” On the night before Lee’s 50th birthday, she was going through the papers of her late mother, an immigrant from Peru. Lee found her mother’s real birth certificate, plus a fake one she had used to enter the United States in 1958. On the fake document, Lee’s mother had changed her race from black to white. “My mother raised me to be white and I am, at least by self identification I guess,” Lee wrote on the Race Card Project website. “It breaks my heart that we never had a chance to talk about it, that she didn’t feel she could trust her only child to understand and that she didn’t feel she could ever come out of hiding,” Lee wrote. “And now, I have a new prism through which to see things.” So does Norris. “These six words are just the beginning of fascinating stories,” she says. “It’s the most interesting and rewarding work I’ve ever done as a journalist.” Race Card submissions increased after the recent election. So did requests to use the project in schools or institutions, and more people than ever are including additional comments. A book is begging to be written. Norris is talking with several institutions that are interested in permanently housing and maintaining the project.

She will need assistance when she ends a leave from NPR that began last year, when her husband took a role with the Obama campaign. So many threads lead to Obama. It’s clear, Norris says, that he opened the door for this conversation. But few people mention the president by name in their six words. He is mentioned far more in additional comments, and almost always in Norris’ follow-up interviews. “It appears that his ascendance has made people think not just of his story and his place in history, but also their own,” she says. And what about Norris’ own place? What are her six words? When the project began, her words were personal, born of her experience as a black Minnesota girl with a slight speech impediment who was advised against pursuing a four-year college degree. “Fooled them all, not done yet” used to fit well. But now, after what the nation has experienced these past few years, and the gratitude she feels toward thousands of people who shared their stories with her, Norris is reminded of a quote from the legendary dancer Alvin Ailey: “The dance comes from the people and must always be given back to the people.” So today, her six words are: “Still more work to be done.”

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Jesse Washington covers race and ethnicity for The Associated Press. He is reachable at www.twitter.com/jessewashington or jwashington(at)ap.org.

http://bigstory.ap.org/article/race-card-project-creates-new-type-conversation ___

White mom of bi-racial child forgotten.

Peggy Person
Cleveland, TN

I have always been so disappointed in “America”, for labeling bi-racial, or mixed race children as one race or the other. I am a white woman, who has had to listen to society brainwash my child into believing that he can be accepted as “anything but white”. I raised him to believe that we are all equal, and then even our president took the title as “black president”, trying to nullify the fact that he is not really black, but bi-racial. Why am I, as the mother who gave birth to this child, and raised him, forgotten, and erased from his identity?

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