Reflective Essay On Race And Racism

Growing up in a predominantly white community, I had never thought of the issue of race as a child. My neighbor and I were best friends, and I never thought of myself as different. She had blonde hair; I had black. She had blue eyes; I had dark brown. We loved to play with the same things, thus we were

My first time I became aware of my race is the day I experienced racism. I must have been in the 1st or 2nd grade and I had two friends, Tiffany and Jaqueline. Tiffany was Aftrican American and Caucasion and Jaqueline was Asian American. One day Jaqueline asked me if I would come over to her house after school to play with her and I said I had to ask my mom. After convincing my mom, she drove me to Jquelines house and Jaquealine met us at her door. My mom was still skeptical because I had never been to her house and out parents had no actually met. So she asked Jaqueline to go get her mom and she did. I remember her mother 's face plain as day, she looked quite thrown off guard. But after a bit, my mother left and Jaqueline and I had a great time playing with her toys and her mother made us something to eat. After a few, my mom came to pick me up. The next day all three of us were playing and Jaqueline says to me "my mom said that you couldn 't come over anymore because you were black." I was thrown for a complete loop! I really could not understand what that meant. My parents never spoke to us about race up until that point. And I remember my exact words, "I 'm not black." Tiffany told me that I was and she said that she was half black. I mean, I was just completely unaware to the world of race. The really weird thing is, Jaqueline asked me another day to come over to her house and I said "I thought you said your mom

I don’t really remember exactly when I was first truly aware of the concept of race, but I do remember some instances where race came into play in my life. When I was young, I remember my dad being pretty racist. I remember him saying awful things about African Americans, and of course, like any ten-year-old kid would, I thought he was right. Unfortunately, I even became a pretty racist

This project is comprised of rhetorical commentary overview, that is used to examine and develop a better understanding of the terms, race and racism in society (critical race theory) (Stefancic and Delgado 1995, 177). By using the critical race theory and examining incidents of police misconduct, this will determine whether or not race plays a crucial factor. Additionally, this project encompasses a vast knowledge of the criminal justice system and the police departments of the United States of America. Furthermore, one must keep in mind that “police work is dangerous, difficult, and unappreciated, but there is no excuse for the type of behavior recorded on videotape” (Brooks 1991). The main focus of this research is to review cases that have been reported in the media, in order to come to a comprehension of why there is a higher proportion of minorities being killed by police officers. By incorporating the critical race theory and qualitative data, there will be a contribution on how to solve these societal issues.

When playing on the playground during my early years, race was never on the forefront of my mind. If you were White, Black, Asian, Latino, or bi-racial, it never mattered to me because I never paid attention. My entire elementary education was spent at small, predominantly White, private Christian schools. Being the only Black person in my class from kindergarten to fifth grade had no effect on me until Barack Obama was elected President of the United States in 2008.

I didn’t know it at the time but my first encounter with racial division was in elementary school, there were three groups of people that would hang out together. Obviously it was divided by race, at one point during my last year the school had an assembly where they pointed this out and even though we had been taught about segregation and such, we never realized that we were living proof of it, although we did not discriminate it was just what happened. We, children in grades 1-5, unknowingly gravitated towards people we felt we belonged to. People who looked like us and talked like us and who we thought we could relate better with.

I sometimes felt “too black” for the white kids and “ too white for the black kids. My black peers perceiving my abundance of white friends as “ selling out “,wanting to be white, or that i thought i was too good to be with them. But the disadvantage of being that “token black friend “ in the group i was automatically considered the connoisseur of all things black , like why Black people can use the N-word and white people can’t , or how weaves work , or if black people get sunburn. And at times i felt forced to view things a certain way in order to be true to my race. An example being the shooting of black men, Yes i do believe that some of the cases are racially motivated but I also sometime think it's just a jerk with a major comlex who has the go ahead to kill.But sadly, when you’re black- ish , you can’t just be a person with controversial ideas.Those these insecurities and fears consumed me for so long , i began to realize as i grew older, that I am more than my race , that the friends i choose are based of character not color, that I can y can express views , That I am not Black-ish , I am just black and proud to be part of such a growing and historical

My family was one of the few white families around. This made the struggle to survive the neighborhood even harder than it was for others. It was a reverse racism--I was teased because I am white. Still, it did not make me prejudiced at all. My godmother was black and most of my friends were black. I used to beg my godmother, Deanna, to put my hair in corn rolls, tiny braids with beads on the end. It would take hours and was very painful, but I took the pain in order to fit in.

I was not always so racially aware. Why should anybody be treated differently in response to the color of his or her skin? As a child I never perceived, let alone understood, race under America’s social construct or societal expectations for certain races, and certainly never saw my racial background as an issue. It wasn’t until the fourth grade when it finally hit me- I’m different.

Our grandparents grew up in the age where Martin Luther King Jr. was marching on Washington, demanding equality. Race was obviously a controversial issue, and the beliefs of our Grandparents were passed down to our parents. Our parents were able to experience the public acceptance of all races, but were generally matured out of childhood by the time it occurred. The lessons that they were able to learn during their life were then passed down to our generation. We were taught that everyone is equal and to accept everyone who may not be the same as us. We are the first generation to know what racial equality and acceptance

Over the course of this class, my understanding of Race and Racism in higher education has change my views and opinions on what the aspect of race and racism really is and how it can make a huge impact in our lives.

Race is everywhere, you cannot escape it. We deal with it everyday, and it’s normally the main feature we notice in one another. Nonetheless, each one of us was brought up differently, and we each have our own perspective on race. I have been raised into a family that has not had any specific preference or biased opinion towards any race. My parents’ views have had a large impact on my life, as should any child’s viewpoints be influenced by their parents. I wouldn’t go as far as saying that I did not have any interest in racial issues before high school started, but my eyes have been opened more than ever before.

Growing up in a small town located just near Chase City, I didn’t really hear news about anything going on around the world. No 15 year-old kid in 1959 pays attention to that kind of media. I had my two friends, James and Paul, and that was really it. We would always hang around the train station after school and jump on the train cars as they slowly left the station and then hop off once they got too fast.

This has been a difficult paper for me to write. I never thought that I had direct experience with racism until I started writing. I grew up in sunny southern California on a horse farm. My first group of friends were the Hispanic kids that lived on our property. Their parents took care of the horses. Hugo, Jessie, Pita and I would play every day in the dirt pile at the barn. Hugo 's mom cleaned our house and helped take care of me. We were inseparable. I had no idea they were any different than me until I started school. I think they felt the same.

Pt. called to speak to the writer. He wanted to know what happened Friday and why he was not able to be seen. The writer informed of the policy if he was late, he would not been seen. The writer explained at 9:02AM writer went into the lobby and he was outside in his car speaking to someone parked beside him. The writer informed him he was not in time for his appointment and per policy he would not been seen. The pt. informed the writer he was outside 25 feet away smoking a cigarette, he informed the writer he witnessed me walking out into the lobby and he waved at me. The writer informed him about contacting his doctor for detox