Personal Narrative: My Minority Groups In The United States

Too black for the White kids, yet somehow too white for the Black kids, oh the perils of a cappuccino mixed race kid. But it’s true. My life since I was young, at least younger than my eighteen year old self, has been about which group do I most fit in with. Between the four school changes over the course of twelve years, all in white suburban towns I’ve molded myself into an array of characters.

I am fluent in both Spanish and English, I am also well aware of the Latino-American experience in the United States. I have been raised in the Los Angeles area since the age of seven and thus, I am particularly sensitive to my Latino/Latina (Hispanic) patients, and their unique medical needs. In the most practical terms, I will be able to reach out to my Latino/a patients in their native language, and thereby increasing the accuracy of treatment, reducing error and increasing my patients sense of importance and relevance in their healing process. Chiropractic medicine would provide me with the balance between the holistic approach to the patient care, a complete understanding of the physiology and biomechanics of the body, and a constant observation

I never once experienced a blatant, explicit attempt to expose my minority status in the Bronx. The incident that I had on the court never escalated because of what any of those guys explicitly said. There was never a verbal attempt to make me feel marginalized. I lived in the Bronx for about one year, and I can honestly say that outside of my culture shock I never experienced any explicit impact from my symbolic markers. However, I implicitly felt as though I was at least seen differently on a day-to-day basis because of my physical characteristics and first language. I often felt awkward on the subway train after 86th street, especially after hearing of the well-known stereotype that I mentioned earlier. I had heard my friends who are people of color from Ann Arbor explain their sentiments of how it felt to be the only person of color in a room, and the implications that often come along with that, such as feeling alone and everyone expecting that person to speak

It all began in the year 1955. This was the year that so many great things shook the foundation of America that will never be forgotten for years and years to come. My name is Joyce Norman I was a military brat that was born and raised in the small town of Fayetteville, North Carolina along with one brother and four sisters. To show a little humor, this is another place like Texas that has bipolar weather from sunny skies with a hint of rain to a giant blizzard that’ll give you a death of pneumonia. Throughout, the years of my life as an African American we heard songs of change, we were insured and inspired in church that change would come some way or another either in the community or in our nation. As the world continued to change I

I am a 17 year old Hispanic female who was born in Denver, Co. I now live in the northern part of Denver. I attend an Apostolic church and participate in many of their activities.

In my own experience, race has never been an issue and hasn’t restricted me in any areas. Being white, however, I may have unknowingly reaped benefits. Due to this, it is sometimes hard to wrap my mind around the obstacles other people run into based on their race. My stance on race has not evolved much from age four to seventeen. However, with information obtained through social media and in-school discussions on the topic, I have come to better understand the views of others on racial issues.

I have always thought that I have been culturally diverse being the fact that I lived so close to the giant melting pot that is Denver Colorado. At the time you may think that you are jumping into a diverse world every time you go out to each dinner. Italian food gives you a peek at Italy, Chinese food gives you a picture in the life of a chinese citizen. The truth is that you don’t actually know diverse the world is until you immerse yourself into other countries and cities.

Hello my name is Trenard Jackson. I’m 20 years of age I am from Prattville, Al . I will be telling you about my experience of being black. Being raised by a single mother of 5 boys but also by my father of many wives and 3 mixed race kids. I never could actually find myself or at least I didn’t know how to. I always had diverse friends. Growing up I would visit my white friend house almost every weekend and they taught me how to present myself as a intelligent young man I am today. When I left they’re house I would go back home to this dysfunctional home I would be taunted with words from my older siblings with words like “ did you have fun over your white friend’s house.” or things like “did you enjoy your new family”.

Diversity is something that I have always valued; it gives one the opportunity to get to know an individual with a different perspective. After conducting my interviews I had the opportunity to get to learn more about my family and I in terms of culture. Kenneth V. Hardy and Tracey A. Laszloffy (1995), explained that one does not become conscious of actions, thoughts, or biases until they are processed intellectually, which is what this assignment allowed for. With that said, I will discuss and identify personal assumptions and biases I held of my interviewees, my ethnic and cultural heritage and the positive/negative influences it has had on myself, and lastly, the way I view my family and myself today.

The whit jelly bean fits my personality the best. Firstly white’s surroundings are very neat and organized. This fits me because my room and backpack are always clean and everything has its own place. I love being clean and organized which is one reason white fits me. Secondly whites like to know the exact requirements to their work before they start. When writing a paper or doing some other work I like to know exactly how to do what I am asked so I do not mess up. When I know the exact requirements for my work I am more confident in my work. Thirdly whites are very deliberate when making decisions. This fits me because when faced with a decision I think of all the consequence before I make my choice. When I know I made the right

Being a minority woman in a predominantly white institution has its challenges, however, it has been a great learning experience. Throughout high school my grandmother motivated and pushed me to do my best while explaining how there was so much out there in the world for me, I just had to work for it. Now I understand.

While completing my handout I realized things about myself that I never really thought about. First, I can say that it was very easy to determine the first question. As I know that I am Caucasian. However, I realized that it may not be so easy for my daughter. This is due to the fact her father is multiracial to begin with so I don’t know what racial group she would like to place herself in. Furthermore, one could see that for many Americans that are of a multiracial decent could be confused having to select one particular race or being subjected to writing in their own response.

I identify with multiple cultures such as: being a Catholic, Caucasian, female, nursing student. The two main cultures I am going to discuss are my ethnicity as well as my families’ geographic residence. My ethnicities are Slovenian and German. My parent’s grew up in New York and Canada. My mom grew up in New York and my dad in Toronto, therefore, I grew up with a mixture of both of these cultures. For example, I tend to complete tasks as quickly as possible; which comes from the culture of large cities like New York and Toronto. All in all, I identify with many cultures, but for the purpose of this assessment, I’m focusing on my ethnicity and parent’s geographic residence.

What’s a God and its purpose? Is he all-knowing and powerful as they say? When people describe God, why do they use masculine pronoun? Growing up, I never understood the purpose of religion, nor did I ever wanted to be involve in religious activities. I was fortune enough to be raise by an open-minded Catholic mother, who never force me to go to church nor force me to perform any religious acts. She would encourage me to attend her church’s mass, but I would always refuse because I didn’t see the point of it. I decided with this assignment of seeing other people’s perceptive on life, that I would attend mass in order to be informed about religion, specifically the Catholic religion.

All people recognize race due the distinctive differences of their skin colors. Africans, Europeans, and Asians can be distinguished at a glance since the races differ is obviously from each other. If a person stated they cannot recognize race, that would not be true. Personally, is how a person’s treat the race that matters. Anyhow, I was born in a war-torn country, thus, my family and I moved from one refugee camp to the next one in search for a safe and a better place to resettle. To make a long story short, I first recognized racial differences in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, Africa. I had rocks thrown at me and was called names such as coffee pot, monkey etc., due to the color of my skin. In addition, when my family arrived in the U.S in 1994,