Personal Narrative: A Call To Stop War And End Racism

Racial reconciliation can be defined as the bringing together of different races; or in other words, embracing diversity. The value of it in my life is immeasurable. I have been extremely blessed to grow up in a time and culture where I personally don’t experience much racism; where I am not held back from pursuing my dreams and passions just because of the color of my skin. It is absolutely crazy to think that if I was born sixty or seventy years ago, my life would be completely different just for the sheer fact that I’m Asian.

I have participated in many rallies and protests over the years, most notably the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington. That march and rally was to protest the many issues prevailing in the African American Community such as joblessness, racism, racial profiling, etc. This rally was in support of other nationalities, most of which, I have no personal connection to. I arrived at Walker Mill Baptist Church feeling a bit nervous and apprehensive. There were more than one hundred persons at the church and I was quite mesmerized at the number of African Americans willing to travel to New York and stand in solidarity with other nationalities concerning freedom of religion and other human rights atrocities. However, euphoria quickly dissipated when the bus arrived and only sixteen persons boarded for the trip.

Race has shaped our world greatly, as we have slowly learned that just because someone’s skin is darker does not mean they are any less of a person. For example, Rosa Parks was one of the first black people to stand up for themselves. Black people were told to sit at the back of the bus but Rosa did not follow these rules. She was asked to move but she did not give up her seat, that was closer to the front. She taught us that just because she is black does not mean she deserves less respect. Another example is, Hate Crimes.in 1989 a law was passed that added the black community to hate crimes, which means that if someone hurt them because of the colour of their skin there will be severe consequences. This was passed to show that the government

The following day on November 19th I received an email from the Dickinson Student Senate explaining that there was going to be a discussion concerning last night's demonstration held at ATS (a large performance auditorium on campus) at 9 p.m. This discussion was initially intended to be held in the common room of Social Justice House (a special interest house located on campus) but it was moved to ATS due to a lack of available space. I attended this discussion in which about a quarter of Dickinson Colleges' 2,000 students attended. Two discussion moderators (both Dickinson students) stood in front of the participating audience and offered guidelines for how the discussion would commence. They told the audience that it was important to remember

In the 1990s there began a significant shift in social movements in Israel and Palestine. The history of this region has been marked by violence, inequality, and oppression for a long time. The complicated relationships between the two main powers in this area have developed over time and a variety of groups on both sides of the conflict have reacted with by calling for peace. The first intifada had a huge impact on who had the ablity to voice their concerns to fight the injustices occurring in this region. It was during this popular uprising that women’s movements first began to gain traction in both Israel and Palestine. These movements were often defined by traditional and constricting ideals of femininity, however over time they began to branch out with a more grassroots approach. Women’s movements in Israel have many similarities to those in Palestine and the Occupied Territories, however there are some significant differences that separate the women involved in each of these groups and the causes they choose to support. Gender equality is a complex issue with many implications for the modern peace movement in Israel and Palestine, and it is crucial to note both the ways in which these groups face similar challenges while also acknowledging the very different issues faced by Israeli and Palestinian women.

I’d like to say I’m a very unique person. Not because of my hair, the way I dress, or how I look, but because of the unique things I bring with the person I am. All my life I’ve been the minority. From my preschool, to my church, my elementary and high school. Being black is something I embrace. I love my melanin skin tone, my nappy hair and I love teaching others about being a young black educated women. It hasn’t always been like that though. For majority of my life I use to try and fit in with the crowd. I use to always wear my hair straight so I could look like the girl standing next to me. My natural hair was beautiful too my mom and everyone else around me, but I felt like I had to step up and wear my hair straight everyday just to feel

The area I live in offers few opportunities for improving race relations; in fact, there is very little racial diversity in my region. Nevertheless, I am ready to promote better race relations at every chance. Yes, the scale on which I work is small, but it still helps to push our society to become more accepting. I have never participated in a large event or social rights movement, but I still try to make my mark.

Despite this one complaint concerning protest, I believe that uniting through public demonstration will become vital to preserving the livelihood of our democracy in the coming years. The Women’s March on Washington on January 21 was a beautifully orchestrated display of solidarity, not just in D.C., but across the country. Even as I’m typing this, my mother called me down to watch the news report of a protest at our local airport concerning President Trump’s executive order barring Muslims travelling from seven Middle Eastern countries from entering the

I walked down a hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The frosted glass window on the door that spelled doom seemed to stretch further away with every step I took toward it. My heart began to beat at a more brisk pace, my palms began to sweat, and my eyes narrowed on the shiny clean brass doorknob. I had completely forgotten my mother was alongside me until she had to pull me back into reality. She grabbed my arm and tugged me forward. With slight resistance to her strong grasp we dredged on toward the door. I watched in slow motion as the doorknob turned and a giant mad scientist smiled down at me. The angle of his head allowed sadistic shadows to stretch down upon his glowing evil eyes, and his curled, sinister smile.

As a white person that was born and raised in Hawaii I cannot recall many racist acts toward me that have affected me. Any events I can remember are very minor and in no way do I mean to say that I have it bad because I do have it really good in a world where lots of people have it much worse. At first I could not think of any incidents and had to ask my mother if she remembered me telling her any. She only remembered two I had been upset about at the time but couldn’t even remember now. I can only think of one establishment incident that has happened in most restaurants we go to and only a few incidents in school.

On January 21st 2017 I took part in one of the many women's marches taking place all over the world. I heard about the march from my friend who is a freshman at Drexel she was going back to school early to take part in the Philadelphia march with her roommates. I stayed local and went to the New York march and it completely changed my life. I went to the march to march for my reproductive rights having access to all forms of birth control and everything that planned parenthood has to offer has become very important to me as I’ve gotten older. I have never found it to be my place or the place of others to tell me

I am white. I have been white ever since I found out that there is a distinguished difference between the way I look and the way the girl sitting next to me does.. Prior to being taught that racism is a strong issue and that there is a dissimilarity between people that is so controversial, I would have never thought anything more (or less) of the opposite skin color. All around the world, for as long as any history textbook can date back to, race is one of the most debated issues that has never come to a consensus to make everyone happy. Maybe there is a reason for that. Maybe race will always be an occurring issue that everyone needs to handle. There are people different from you, as well as the same, and that will never change but rather than fighting it… Everyone should take the time to learn about and embrace it.

I marched in the Women’s March in Indianapolis, Indiana on January 21st. I longed to be with men and women in Washington D.C, but could not make the journey. After attending the Women’s March on Washington panel, I learned you did not have to be present in our nation’s capital for your voice to be heard. The atmosphere of the marches was indescribable and filled with love. Prior to the march, I was nervous for the marchers across the world. It was interesting to learn that the students on the panel, did not feel caution toward this march. For some, it was overcoming the judgment and ridicule they received from family and friends. Yet, this march was one of the largest protests in history, but also one of the most peaceful.

    First,  I would like to start off by saying sorry to Arnold Spirit because “I can apologize to [him].” It all started when he threw his Geometry textbook at me. At that moment, I

Three weeks before the walkout, me and my friend, Carleigh, started an Instagram account to spread awareness about the walkout. In class, I overheard other students talking about how their parents were concerned that the walkout would turn violent. On our Instagram page, we assured the students that violence at the walkout will not be tolerated. In result, I decided to make our motto; “we don't want to cause problems, we want to cause change.” We also handed out fliers and talked to students about it in the hallways. We ended up having 40+ students tell us they were participating due to our efforts.