Explain What Is It Like To Grow Up In A Society

Growing up as a young African American girl in Philadelphia was not always easy, however, having a strong family structure, old fashion southern culture, and beliefs have molded me into the strong women that I am today. Now that I am a mother, following my family’s culture and beliefs are not always the easiest thing to do. Times has changed and I feel like I am forced to conform to the everyday social norms of America, which makes me feel impuissance. Yes, growing up was not easy, but my family and youth kept me in the dark when it came to how society treats individuals of darker complexion, what to expect once I left the confines of my family and neighborhood, and how to befriend or interact with individuals of other racial groups. All of the things that I listed were things that I had to learn through trial and error, which makes life a little harder than it already is.

Both the poem and the short The feeling of not belonging, the feeling of being different, and unique is best stated by Patricia Smith What It’s Like to Be a Black Girl, “first of all, it’s being 9 years old and feeling like you’re not finished, like your edges are wild, like there’s something, everything, wrong” (pg 267 Clugston).

Jackie Robinson is an American giant. A paragon of perseverance, courage and inner strength, he integrated baseball and broke our nation’s color barrier in an age where it was overtly enforced through violence both systematic and physical. Jackie Robinson has been a hero of mine since I was a child

Going up as a young African American girl in Philadelphia was not always easy, however having a strong family structure, old fashion southern culture, and beliefs has molded me into the strong women that I am today. Now that I am a mother, following my family’s culture and beliefs are not always the easiest thing to do, because time has changed and I feel like I am forced to conform to the everyday social norms of America. Yes, growing up was not easy, but my family and youth kept me in the dark when it came to how society treats individuals of darker complexion, what to expect once I left the confines of my family and neighborhood, and how to befriend or interact with individuals of other racial groups. All of the things that I listed were things that I had to learn throw trial and error, which makes life a little harder than it already is.

Nichele Rivera English 12 Prof. McPherson 6/1/15 My Melting Pot Growing up in America has been one of the most unexpected and surreal experiences. I am only twenty three years old but being from the Big Apple, New York and being raised by single parent, nothing in my life has ever been a walk in the park. I am considered a minority because I am Puerto Rican and African American and it has always been tough for me living in such an urban area. Not having the best financial status is what made thing even harder. My mother had to struggle to make ends meet for me, but we made it and are still making it. I have always seen my neighbors, friends, and family also experience the same hardships as me. Many of the people I know had to fight to

When my mother decided to quit her accounting job to homeschool me (and the other future siblings that were not in existence at this point) it was hard. Being a homeschooled black family was even more isolating since it was rare to find another black family that homeschooled. At this point in our lives, she had never been surrounded with diversity so stepping outside of her comfort zone and joining an all-white homeschooled group was a brave step. But little did she know that her hopes of a positive experience would be crushed due to prejudice. I was too young to recognize all of the prejudice that the other moms held against her, but I can only accept it as a bigoted reality that some may choose to live in.

Antagonist: Mr. Huey I started school at a place named little rock elementary. I remember My first day of school like it was yesterday. I've never met a black man until this day; his name was Thomas, the only black boy at the school. I decided that I would be friends with him since nobody else would talk to him and looked at him as if he was an extraterrestrial. I felt as if I the same as him for the reason being that I did not have many friends myself; his color didn't matter much to me on that during the start of school. This is what I did not know my father was a KKK clan leader, I never knew what the KKK was because my father never explained it to me, I did not have friends so the other kids at school never explained it to me, but I would hear

  Being raised in the inner city around ninety percent African Americans who live in a culture I have no connection with made it difficult for me to comfortably be my true self. Life is hard I understand that now, I understand that what you do now will only help or

Growing up as an African American in Winchester was an experience. It was not unusual for me to be the only student of color in class or a sports team; which bothered me at times, but I learned to accept the issue and figure out a way to fit in. I began to mimic my peers’ behavior; I walked like them, sought out similar clothing brands, I nearly convinced myself I thought like them. I basically created a superficial mask to hide my visible difference. And it worked, but, once I entered my two bedroom apartment on the “bad” side of town. My mask dissipated.

Walking the halls at school was an overall awkward situation as I attended a predominantly white private school. It was not uncommon for my peers to make jests and snide comments about the oddity of our relationship. I vividly remember the stunned expressions on the faces of my parents and siblings as I explained that my new boyfriend was not white. While my family was accepting of the news, I was warned to not mention my new relationship to my grandfather who would not be quite as understanding as he would only be blinded by his outdated and old fashioned state of mind. Meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first time was unnerving to say the least. I felt like an exhibit at a museum, being observed and analyzed by a group of people who no doubt had already made their own assumptions of my character. I could see from the skeptical look in their eyes that I was nothing more than a vapid and privileged white girl to them. All of these outward opposing forces undoubtedly created friction within the relationship. I found myself questioning if our racial differences were forcing a wedge between our families and friends or if the relationship was worth the criticism we faced. A few short months later, we called it quits, although not entirely due to the racial

But with my family and especially one that moved to another country and had their own hardships, my parents somehow surpassed everyone. I almost felt like the Caucasian person who tried to be ethic. This wasn’t the case for long as my parents made sure that the little we have is no difference and should not get in the way of judgement. The places that we venture out was not the best looking nor the safest but that should not be an issue. My parents have no fright when traveling in sketchy locations and finding a house to enter that all of a sudden turn to a restaurant in the dining room. My parents wanted me to experience that all though things can seem off putting, that it’s not what it seems and there can beauty in

girls refuse and end up running away from home or worse Whereas on the other hand the poorer classes will not have a great deal of money and so therefore the child would have to make do with what it was aloud. This means that the child misses out on what the other children are having and so that may have an affect on the child because it might feel neglected and as if he is not worthy of what the other children have. In the old days and in some parts of the world it is still happening

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While answering Question 2 from this section, I will use the concepts of discrimination, prejudice and white privilege. Three things I normally do during a week are as follows: Walking to and attending class at UW Madison, watching TV at night, and getting food with friends and family. If I

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