Personal Narrative: Race

People nudging and spiking you, trying to get in the lead. I managed to keep my balance and finally react to the starting gunshot. I began running and now the wind was fully forcing itself onto me. As I ran down the hill the mud grasped my legs and pulled me down. My butt and legs landing on the pile of mud. Feeling the impact I slowly got up, but runners coming down the hill kept nudging me so I could repeatedly fall. As I looked to the other side of the hill, I could see my coach running towards

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

My first recollection of race was daycare. I remember seeing many different skin and eye colors but didn’t understand how they were so much more different than me. I recall asking my mother why I didn’t have green eyes and how my skin color was different. She explained everyone is made differently that’s what makes them unique. My first recollection of racism was in third grade. The nurse came to the classroom to check the classroom for lice. Myself and a few other classmates weren’t checked properly because she didn’t want to touch our hair. Instead of bringing us out individually she called us by a group which made me feel different. Also, I was told it’s impossible to get lice because of the hair products used.

It is early October, the final weekend of the mountain biking season at Northstar Ski Resort. I am waiting to load my bike onto the lift. There are long lines for everything, because the place is packed. Riders rocket down the mountain, sending cinnamon colored dust into the air. A breeze blows this across the hills. The trees are green, and the afternoon sun warms the ground. The time of day makes it a bit chilly. The metallic noise of bikes can be heard, but not always seen. The sound of both joy and pain fills the air around me. I can smell only the wonderful scents of trees and overpriced food. I suddenly feel a nudge on my shoulder.

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.

Racial Inequality Situation : A black man in jail thinking about the unfair society I had a pencil the year I came to jail It wore out in a week from writing Penning down my thoughts for all I can Crying in the jail cell counting the bars I sat down on the cold floor with many scars I was all alone No family, no friends, separated from home

My race is black. I feel like I always be constrained due to my race. I’m proud to be black and love that im black. Being blacks haves it benefits. Thought out history we is as being strong and can get thought a lot of things. A lot of people doubt us but us proving them wrong. Black people are making history in many different ways, ways that you never thought would happened. We our getting degrees. We our becoming presidents. Building and owning our own business. We doing thing that people thought we wouldn’t do. The only thing about my race is that a lot of us our getting killed by cops. They say it not a race thing but to me it is. Every day you see an example of this on the news. A white person kill cop or just people. They just get handcuff

One of these activities includes the alpine slide in Lutsen, MN. This half mile track will be sure to give anyone a thrill as they head down the twisty, turning course. Before you board the chairlift, taking you to the top, the alpine slide staff instructs you to break as you go down the slide around corners. As we listened, my dad’s uncle Roger whispers to the rest of the family, “there is no way they would design it where you could fly off of the track, so I’m not going to brake on the corners.” As Roger went down the Alpine slide, he went left then right, then zing, zing, zing and off into the woods he went. Thankfully, the only thing Roger hurt that day was his

I do not particularly like when people use this phrase so lightly and to refer to something that is presumably in style. I have not used it myself, even when growing up when it used to be “acceptable”. I personally have a cousin that it’s a few years older than me and due to the era and country we grew up, the resources, for the children and the parents as well, were not available. Her disability was extremely severe strike and my aunt had to put her in an institution, even when she didn’t want to. I did hear other people using the term and it did stroke a chord every time someone would say it – even to this day.

Truth to be told: I don’t particularly pay attention to national events or issues. My family is also incapable of comprehending national issues, especially my parents who do not have any level of proficiency in English. My family lives in a world where we go with the flow, but there are issues that I contemplate whether or not I should be involved in, particularly race inequality. Considering the amount of tension between policemen and African-American around the nation, the race to equal treatment is still ongoing.

“Jeez, I need to get into shape,” I thought as the train doors closed. Saying a quick prayer, I scanned for an open seat on the packed train. “Yes,” I whispered to myself, hiking to the only available seat. As I approached, the lady in the next seat over locked eyes with me and quickly placed her bag on the empty seat. “I’m waiting for someone!” she scolded. Nodding, I stumbled to the standing area. I waited and waited for the lady’s friend’s arrival. It never happened; instead, I heard her on the phone talking about “the dirty black girl” who tried to sit next to her.

In a previous class based on diversity I remember reading about Susie Guillory Phipps and her astonishment to learn being classified as black on her birth certificate when she had spent her entire life believing that she was merely a caucasian woman. I can understand her dismay and learning new and valuable information about herself but what I can not fathom is why she wanted so desperately to change it. What would have been wrong with knowing you had some African American lineage? I then remember that those were different times and I’m sure Susie was raised to think and act a certain way about others who she deemed unlike her.

As I slowly climb my way to the top of the hill, I look to my side and see the ground below me getting farther away as I make my way up. As I reach the top, thoughts in my head are mixed together; fear, excitement, nervousness. As the car comes to a stop, my heart is in my throat. I look to the front to see that I have reached the peak of the first hill. There was a sudden silence in the cars as everyone gets ready for the adrenaline rush. My stomach turning as I watch the hands of the other riders sway in the air. Then we drop. I felt like I was going to row up. I had never been on something so fast. The car gets faster by the second, the wind blowing through my hair as I go up and down the small

I was four year old little boy anxiously waiting for my dad and grandpa with my first dirt bike. When they did come home my grandpa said “So this is what it feels like in the middle of the summer in Friendswood, TX.” The day a Fifty four speed red Honda dirt bike changed my life.

My friend and I have been just about to drop on a roller coaster nervous, hands in the air, then all of the… It was a day of excitement waiting to get in, “It time!” My friend said as we darted running with laughter.