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Essay about Fifty Shades of Skin Color

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Clippers owner, Donald Sterling, has been caught in the act of classic racism. His personal assistant/girlfriend recorded him in his own home during a fight they were having. Sterling made the remark that she cannot bring a black person to one of his basketball games, even though she herself is African-Mexican American. Racism still exists today and will continue to exist if people like Mr. Sterling do not get the message that it is erroneous to think of another man or woman as a lesser human being because of the color of their skin. Donald says that, “People feel certain things. Hispanics feel certain things towards blacks. Blacks feel certain things towards other groups. It’s been that way historically, and it will always be that …show more content…

On her death bed, Aunt Jimmy was not into voodoo nor superstitions that most African-Americans held tightly to their culture, instead the only advice she paid any attention to was when Miss Alice was reading to her out of the Bible from the chapter of First Corinthians. Older black women like Aunt Jimmy had suffered most of their lives, but now in this old age, they were free to live the rest of their lives without misery and to show affection towards others instead of hate:
Everybody in the world was in a position to give them orders… The only people they need not take orders from were black children and each other. But they took all of that and re-created it in their own image. They ran the houses of white people, and knew it. They beat their children with one hand and stole for them with the other. The hands that felled trees also cut umbilical cords; the hands that wrung the necks of chickens and butchered hogs also nudged African violets into bloom; the arms that loaded sheaves, bales, and sacks rocked babies into sleep… And the difference was all the difference there was. Then they were old… They had given over the lives of their own children and tendered their grandchildren. With relief they wrapped their heads in rags, and their breasts in flannel; eased their feet into felt. They were through with lust and lactation, beyond tears and terror. They alone could walk the roads of Mississippi, the lanes of Georgia, the fields

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