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Always searching for where I belong

Tyler Brown,
Ellenwood, GA

I chose the phrase “Always searching for where I belong” because it encapsulates my journey as a young black female who grew up in predominantly white environments. Throughout my childhood, I often felt out of place, struggling to find my identity because of different cultural influences. My hair, skin color, and even culture were constantly put on a critical pedestal. Up until middle school; I attended a predominately white charter school; and due to this environment, I spent my early years with many negative thoughts and feelings about myself. During middle and high school, I had the fortune of, not only, being around people who looked like me, but individuals from other cultures and backgrounds, Being exposed to various cultures, I’ve come to appreciate mine and others, however, I still struggled with a few of the same feelings that stemmed from my early school years. Attending an HBCU has been transformative, allowing me to connect more deeply with my culture and the experiences of others who share similar backgrounds. This ongoing search for belonging and self-acceptance emphasizes the significance of celebrating our unique identities in a world where racial and cultural differences can often create feelings of isolation.

Black Little Mermaid steals the show.

arielSarah Mutombo,
Louisville, KY.

I attend Louisville Collegiate school, and in my 8th grade year I participated in middle school Musical: The Little Mermaid, Jr. I was a minority at this high-end private school. Going into auditions, I wasn’t expecting to get a good role, not because I was black, but because I didn’t have confidence in my ability. Getting Ariel was definitely the highlight of my middle school.

Adopted but am I still Mexican

imageKasey Nichols,
Clemmons, NC.

I’ve known I’ve been adopted since I can remember and never questioned my ethnicity until I reached middle school age because we had to fill out cards with “check yes if Latino, African American, white or other.” Biologically I’m Mexican and Italian, but I was raised white with my dad being Greek and mom “white.” I kept asking myself what am I? I don’t speak Spanish well and I grew up with a white southern family, but my blood says Mexican and Italian. I worked in retail and Hispanic people would assume I was Latina from my short stature, olive skin, dark eyes and dark hair and started speaking Spanish, they would stop when they saw the confused look on my face. Especially when I go out with my Mexican boyfriend. However, I don’t resemble either culture. So what am I? I’m an American born and raised. I’m a mixture but I don’t need a label. I am ME. Just a person.

Rooted in Hatred, Risen in Audacity

Ellis Clark,
Spain.

As a seventeen-year-old black male, my view to race has been cushioned by growing up in a comfortable, yet politically aware household. While I knew racism existed, it rarely touched me growing up, and when it did, it was the microagressive type. Real issues with race didn’t begin to pop up for me until middle school, and my view on race is now that it is an important part of my identity, regardless of the tribulations that people attach to it. I wouldn’t be who I am without being black, and the thought of not being black is one that never crosses my mind. Although I struggle sometimes with the implications of my race, I think of the feats my ancestors overcame with grace and know that my life today is impossible without the fighting sacrifices they made for me. Rooted in hatred as it may be, my race is risen on account of the audacity of those before us. We owe it to them to continue on with their torch to the mountaintop.

You Talk Like A White Girl

Aaliyah Gaskins,
New Orleans, LA

I chose these 6-words because growing up I was always told I talked differently and had my blackness questioned multiple times because I spoke a certain way. I grew up in a nice area where my family was one of the few black families on the street. My elementary school was predominantly white and I grew up with white friends. Once I entered middle school I was introduced to more diversity and when talking to my black peers I was almost always told that I sound white or talk differently.

You’re Indian AND Catholic?! No way!

Josie H
Australia

I am a Catholic Indian.

The middle school I went to was not Catholic, and when I graduated into high school (which was Catholic), I ended up in the top Religion class, getting 80% + in all my tests. One day,a boy asked me disbelievingly, “You went to a non-Catholic primary school? You’re Indian? And you’re in the top class for Religion?”

For your information, I did answer in the positive for his questions, and they also made me edgy. I didn’t really mind his comment about my primary school, but it was the “you’re Indian?” question which really did it for me. It seemed as if in his eyes, an Indian cannot be Catholic. This is the kind of ignorance that promotes racism (and makes me feel like I want to punch someone).

I have a message for everyone and I really hope you share it.

Someone from Pakistan can be a Sikh.

Someone from Italy can be Hindu.

Someone from Africa can be Jewish.

Anyone can be whatever religion they wish. So stop judging others, and assuming everything about them.

“Basic white girl”, who’s not white.

Betsy F,
Minneapolis, MN

p>I grew up wishing I was white. I was raised to hate my culture, my eyes, my language, and my background. In middle school, I was known for being the most “basic white girl” who wasn’t actually white. I did what every other girl did, wore, and ate. I bought bath and body works lotion and perfumes. I wore yoga pants, UGGs, converse, etc. I drank Starbucks and loved Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Any basic trend I would hop on the bandwagon. I’m aware now of the nuances of the term “basic white girl” and the intersectionality that comes along with being female, but I’m focusing on the race aspect. Being adopted into a Caucasian family I have no ties to the culture I was born into. To put it simply, I’m not white, but I don’t feel connected to my Asian ancestry. Growing up it was incredibly difficult and confusing about what my identity is and even now I’m still figuring it all out.

A little This, A little That

Elizabeth James
Sugar Land, TX

I wasn’t really aware of this till I became older, yea my mom looked different than I and pretty much everyone mostly on my moms side of the family but I never put much thought into it. I got this a lot in middle school and high school actually “Well you don’t look like your mom, she’s much lighter than you” Now as you can imagine those can be hurtful words. When I was a little girl I was pretty fair like my mother and as I got into middle school I took to my dads color. Those words resonated with me and it came to point where I tried to lighten my skin with various products. There was a part of me that was very hurt, but I learned to accept every part of my mixed race regardless of physical features. South Indian, West African, Portuguese, and Amerindian…Its who I am and that’s that, Once you learn to accept you, others will and if they don’t they’ll have to live with their ignorant mindset that tears people apart instead of bring people together from all races.

Judge by character, not by color.

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Helen Zhang,
Camarillo, CA.

When I was in middle school, I noticed that my classmates tended to form “cliques” with people of the same ethnicity. However, I preferred to learn about the values and traditions of other cultures. Speaking to people of different backgrounds continues to allow me to stay open-minded and gain new perspectives.

We come from the same ocean

Timena Mano,
Northern CA.

Since I was a young child, one thing I knew for sure was that I was Samoan. I am Polynesian but again, more specifically, SAMOAN. I remember in middle school, a classmate asked my friend Ofa if she was Samoan, and she quickly shouted in an offended tone, “No!” I recall having
This was something of the norm in my own community. East Palo Alto has a high percentage of Polynesians compared to other places in the Greater Bay Area. As tiny as the city is, I also felt that my own people and fellow Polynesians have become small minded in this world. There are not enough fingers on my hand to count how many times Polynesians, including myself, have made a racial slur against the other ethnicity, particularly between Samoans and Tongans. We would argue and bring up factual ideas about how our ancestors were superior over the other. “How Samoans use to wipe their a** with rocks.” Or Tongans are centaur’s, half man-half horse, because horse meat is a delicacy in the Tongan culture.
It bothers me that Polynesian cultures share similar values and we ourselves on upholding them. Growing up with Pacific Islanders, we stuck together, had each other’s back, and fought against discrimination and racism. However, we are ignorant in a sense that we, ourselves, are partaking in the act of discrimination and are racist towards one another. We are blindly carrying this hate that our ancestors had for each other long before us. With passive remarks and judgements within our own families even as we go outside of our homes, we without thinking, are becoming our ancestors all over again. My own thoughts and reactions are far from that, and it is important to know that we have a generation ahead of us that should be taught differently.
I recommend to the next generation that you sit down and open the conversation. Speak of these matters with family and friends. Challenge each other and ask the questions that we avoid or afraid to bring up. I encourage the young people to listen and learn and teach others of our past and how we’ve came together a long way. To see what it stands for and the path we made ourselves to stand side by side. Let’s not allow ourselves to continue this ignorance, hate that clouds our hearts of what we genuinely are of the people of the South Pacific.

We are all basically brothers and sisters and come from the same ocean. Share the same values, and share the same waters. We are all alike and have similarities and shouldn’t be like that towards one another especially if we are neighbors. Although we unite and stand up for each other against others, we shouldn’t be divided amongst ourselves. Our fathers and their fathers before them protect the same waters. We have mastered the same ocean with the same eyes and same ears. The culture values we built and shield as armor comes from the same forger. That forger is from the same ocean. We are more than just neighbors, we bathe in the same sea, and cry under the same sun.

I Won’t do your Math homework.

Nicholas Le,
Sanger, CA.

Since im Asian people always say im really good at math. Some people ask me if I can do their homework. I really suck at math so I couldnt even do my own homework. One day there was this dud in middle school and he told me to do his homework, this dude was known to be mean, but i took it and purposly messed up all the problems and put down all the wrong answers. When I was in middle school they would usually pass back the hw that needed to be re- done, so that guy had to redo his whole assignment. Never again did anyone ask me to do their homework again.

So, did you all eat tacos?

Hilary Salazar,
McAllen, TX.

I attended a middle school with only seven Hispanics/Latinos. One day during 2nd period, the librarian called all seven of us over the intercom to come to the library. I had no idea why, but everyone laughed as I walked out of class. I got to the library along with the other students to find out the librarian had ordered the very first set of Spanish books. She wanted a picture of the seven of us pretending to read them for a picture to put up in the hallway. I let her know that I didn’t know how to read in Spanish, and she ignored me and snapped a photo anyway. Walking back to class, I felt wronged but couldn’t process my feelings. When I got back to class, the first question I was asked was, “So did you all eat tacos?” Those would be the beginning of a long process for me to sort out the feelings I had about my heritage. As a middle-schooler in a school where I wasn’t noticed for my academic achievements, but rather for my skin tone, being Hispanic was difficult. As an adult, being Hispanic is something I am proud of.

If we ignore it, it’ll leave.

Nick
Lakewood, CO

Personally, my experience with racism hasn’t been very bad, Growing up in this time period, my generation has come to accept the idea seeing someone for their character, instead of their appearance. In middle school, was called a couple names, but they weren’t necessarily directed towards my ethnicity, but towards my physical character. What I’m saying is that we as a race need, to completely ignore racism, and eventually see each other as equal.

Yes, I was born in California

Robert De Dios,
Sanger, CA.

I am a high school student who use to get the ” oh you were born here in America?” Back when I was in middle school I often got this question simply because I was intelligent and these group of people never really heard about a Mexican or Latino being smart. At first I was extremely angered by the racism, but then, I welcomed it because I knew who I was, a natural born citizen who means no harm. My advice to anyone is don’t give in too quickly, be reasonable, even if you’re being attacked with hateful words or actions, DON’T give in no matter what, show them that race is just a word.

Race does not determine my abilities

Nathalie Barahona,
Kearns, UT.

For many years throughout my middle school and high school years as I was growing I felt as though many of my teachers doubted my abilities or intelligence in some classes that may have been harder such as honor or concurrent courses because of the lack of minority students that actually succeed or enroll in these courses. This idea that skin color & race determine how educated or intelligent you are has been a struggle for many years and is a struggle I am still commonly faced with.

Father, Husband, Teacher, Pastor, Caucasian Racist?

image10Brad Crump,
Floral Park, NY.

As a Presbyterian Pastor I serve a diverse congregation (Guyanese, Jamaican, Black, White). As a teacher I work for a Middle School in Springfield Gardens (97% non white). While I spend every day serving the diverse cornucopia of NYC I am seen by many as the problem, the privilege, the cause of others lot in life.

So on this issue in class I say…nothing. On this issue in the Pulpit I say…nothing. With family and friends I say…nothing. Not because I don’t want to, but because it’s just to dangerous.

Healing can only occur when everyone has a voice.

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