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Moving schools is hard especially as the minority

Sienna,
Australia.

I grew up believing racism didn’t really happen to white people, or at least not that often. But moving schools changed my perspective a bit.

I moved in Year 9 and at first it was a really good change. The school is mostly Asian students, which I didn’t mind at all — I actually wanted a different environment. But after being here for about a year and a half, I’ve started noticing comments that make me uncomfortable, and I don’t know if I’m overreacting or not.

One time, my friend was talking about counselors and said, “(Counselor name) is better. White counselors are bad and never work for me.” The counselor she liked was Asian, while another one was white. I understand feeling more comfortable with someone from a similar background, but saying all white counselors are bad felt unfair to me.

Another time, some Muslim girls were doing henna at school. I’ve always loved henna designs, and one of the girls did really beautiful work, so I waited my turn and got one done. While everyone was talking, someone asked, “What do you call henna?” I thought everyone was just joining in, so I answered, “Isn’t it just henna?” Then everyone paused and looked at me, and one girl said, “Bro, you’re just white.” It honestly made me feel awkward and embarrassed, like I was only being seen for my race.

These aren’t the only situations either. The longer I stay at this school, the more nervous I get about saying the wrong thing or speaking at the wrong time. I’m not trying to attack anyone or act like I have it worse than other people — I’m genuinely asking if these comments are racist or if I’m being too sensitive.

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.

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.

“I’d never get away with that!”

Susie Wilson,
Lake Forest, CA

This was said to me by my friend who’s Mexican after I told a funny story about getting away with a small offense in high school. I didn’t know what she meant until she explained it was because of her skin. She was labeled and meaner and harsher than the truly was, simply because of the way she looks. I realized right then that my whiteness comes with so much more privilege than I ever thought

Our privilege blinds us from reality

Debanhi Garza,
Fort Worth, TX

I chose these six words to make a reflection on how being privileged can disconnect us from the experiences of marginalized groups. I use the word “Our”, because I believe having privilege is being able to go to school, have a roof under your head, and seeing Christmas gifts under the tree during holidays. These six words tell us that those with privilege will overlook certain struggles, leading them to be not very understanding. It emphasizes how crucial it is to recognize our advantages and the need for empathy. Also to have awareness about race and social justice.

Empowering every student, embracing all backgrounds.

Darcie S Wallace,
West Islip, NY

As someone studying to be an elementary school teacher, it is essential that every student in my future classroom feels that they belong. I do not only want them to feel like they belong, but I want them to be confident and feel powerful. I want them to embrace where they are from and respect all the other students and their backgrounds. Empowering students and embracing all backgrounds is crucial as a future elementary school teacher.

We MUST teach kids about racism

Sam S.
Arlington, VA

I’m a young white teen growing up in a rich white area. For the past few years I’ve tried my hardest to confront and learn about racism: reading dozens of books, watching videos and movies and trying to understand the buried racism in me and my community. This has helped me realize some deeply racist things I’ve done and believed in my childhood, and more recently.
A lot of white people don’t understand how early kids absorb racism. Researchers at Yale have discovered that by age three, children can start to evaluate others based on their race, and by age five begin to have the same kinds of mindset about race as adults.
When I was young, the word ‘Black’ was practically taboo in my house. It’s not that my parents tried purposefully not to teach me about race, but the fact that they didn’t teach left me exposed to racist society. And I absorbed the values I was taught. I’m very ashamed to say that, when I was about seven years old, I told my younger sister that ‘Black’ was a bad word. And I fully believed it.
It’s absolutely horrifying that a child so young could be led to believe that such a big group of people deserved to be erased, down to their name being thought of as a curse word to never dare say. Or that the word ‘Black’ could be equated to an insult.
Back then I was seven. I was in second grade. I didn’t know anything about race, but under the surface, without even realizing it, I thought a lot about race.
To raise children so ignorant is unacceptable. White children are not taught about race like children of color are. White parents seem to assume that their kids are innocent and they believe that everyone is equal, but kids learn by observing other people. That’s a fact of life. And it’s also a fact that many people are racist.
Take the media kids consume, for example. They see how most of the characters on their favorite TV show are light-skinned or white, how the housekeeper is so often a woman of color, how the Asian kid in a movie is the smartest in the class, and the Black girl the sassiest (and God forbid the main character!) They notice how characters portrayed as beautiful women are almost always white, and now they have a subconscious bias associating white features with true beauty. This applies to all children.
In real life, they notice the way some white people purposely avoid the gaze of people of color. They notice how so many service workers are people of color, and how so many doctors and lawyers and professors are white, and this leads to the conclusion that people of color are better suited for menial labor and not intellectual work, and that white people are too good for service jobs and inherently more intelligent. They won’t recognize any of this, but they’ll internalize it anyways and the racism coded into them will take years to chip away at.
How do you think racism still exists? Racist adults set racist institutions in place and raise their very impressionable children, who go on to uphold those institutions. Racist communities raise children. A racist society is raising children. This is dangerous.
Children become adults. Racist children become racist adults.
Too often, teaching kids about racism in school is reduced to the same books about Rosa Parks and Dr. King every Black History Month, which focuses on racism as a thing of the past. Kids need to know that racism is a very real thing.
Parents can’t shield their children from all the racism and stereotypes in the world. Even if white people try our hardest to understand all the tiny microaggressions up to the biggest pieces of erased history of racism, there will always be a thousand more we’re not aware of. But white parents can do some things. You can read your children picture books representing different races and cultures than our own. You can try your hardest to give them diverse spaces. You can talk about racism and race comfortably in front of your children so they’re not led to believe that race is a taboo topic and ‘Black’ is a curse word. Also, I highly recommend the book How to Raise an Antiracist for white parents.
Every good parent loves their child. Some might worry that talking to kids about racism will lead them to be too aware of it, and that knowing about stereotypes will reinforce them in their kids’ minds. But if you don’t get to your kid first, society will.

No, I’m “really” from New York.

Kate Lee van Loveren,
Ann Arbor, MI.

I was born in New York, grew up in New York, and live in New York (when I’m not at school). I’m of half Chinese and half Dutch descent, but for some people that registers into me not being American for some reason. Just by looking at me, people will ask where I’m from. I will say New York and ask where they are from, knowing the question they’re going to ask next. Like expected, they ask where I’m REALLY from because I must have been lying to them the first time. I’m REALLY from New York. Did you know that people from other countries can immigrate into the United States and live in America and raise families in America and have American citizenship and be AMERICAN? Fascinating, I know.

Small Ohio Town: Color Didn’t Matter

Debbie Spragg Brisentine
Plain City, OH

I was born in 1954, lived in Mt. Pleasant Ohio, pop. approx. 500. Attended school from 1959-1972. Had both white and black friends but, to me, they were all just friends – no difference! I never knew anything about racial issues until maybe 1969, 1970. It was an idyllic childhood…

I will have an inclusive classroom.

Emily Jackman,
Durham, NH

As a future educator, I am constantly learning new things myself. I want to learn as much as I can to make sure everyone (regardless of their race, abilities, or ethnicity) feels safe and welcomed into my classroom. I have made it a life goal to do as much as I can to be an ally and recognize the privilege I have as a white person. I have just begun to do the work I plan to do by attending Black Lives Matter Seacoast events. However, saying I am going to do work to be an ally in life and in the classroom is completely different from actually doing it. I will constantly be listening, learning, and supporting those around me that are a difference race from mine.

Seen It With My Own Eyes

047Elizabeth Swenson,
Hacienda Heights, CA.

I went to school in NC were it was predominately black & white in2006. My husband and the majority of my friends are Hispanic or Spanish descent. I never really though racism exist coming from LA, CA were its divers. But here I saw people say nasty things, dirty looks, and jesters that made me feel uncomfortable. It’s a lot better now that the state is growing but moving to NC was a culture shock.

Your hair color doesn’t define you

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

People like me sit with you

Bobbi McCullen,
Atlanta, GA

I remember the first time I was made aware of “race”. My family had just moved to a new town, and it was my first day of 3rd grade. I knew no one, so when lunch time came around, I just found the closest open seat at the lunch tables, sat down, nervously said “hi” to the strangers around me, and started eating. I realized that the little boy I’d sat next to was just staring at me. When I asked if something was wrong, he told me “people like you don’t sit with people like me.” His tone wasn’t combative – it was of shock and disbelief. I had to ask him what he meant. He explained that he was black and that I was white. He thought I’d made a mistake sitting with him, because in that small town in central Georgia, white people avoided him or looked down on him. To this day, over 25 years later, I still think about Demarcus, and it still breaks my heart that anyone, especially a child, would ever feel that way. So to anyone out there – I sit with people like you. And I hope that you would be willing to sit with me, too.

Why Can’t Anyone Pronounce My Name

Tayeece,
NH

Since I was born, nobody could pronounce my name. In school, appointments, meeting new people, etc. Everyday I would have to explain the pronunciation of my name and even give people a nickname for myself. I tell them, just call me “Tay” or “Tie.” It wasn’t until my 7th grade substitute teacher, who asked me how to properly say my name told me to never let anyone butcher my name. This conversation at 13 years old changed the way I feel about my name forever, I love my name and wouldn’t change it, even though little me wished I had a “simpler” name.

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