Stereotypes: A Short Story

Racial stereotypes have always been a serious issue in society. The stereotypes impact many aspects of our life. We more or less get carried away by our perceptions toward race, and judge people in a certain frame unconsciously, as Omi set forth in In Living Color: Race and American Culture. Taken by Hilary Swift, this photo presents an African American woman, waiting for a bus that can take her to the Kitchen of Love, a food pantry that located in Philadelphia aiming to feed people suffering from hunger, where she volunteers. It happens in dawn so it’s still dark outside. The surroundings give us an idea that it should take place in a black neighborhood (Stolberg “Black Voters, Aghast at Trump, Find a Place of Food and Comfort”). The woman is staring at the direction where the bus is coming, with a smile on her face. As a photojournalistic image, this photo is aiming to portrait a kind and helpful African American woman, however, does this photo really “positively” portrait an African American woman?

I am a typical brown girl on the outside, but a totally different person on the inside just like an egg. Even though I will be as quiet as an egg if put in boiling water, my inside will be screaming. I am not like some people, I have two different cultures now that I am in America now. Two years ago I was in India, being a girl with less opportunities, but here I can do what I set my heart on because I know I will have a way to reach it. I have changed how I see the world now, my beliefs have changed and my goals are in a bigger level now. Your cultural identity can change when you are exposed to new and different things.

The danger of a single story is that they let the powerful downgrade the weaker because they create stereotypes, they can hurt the people, and no one gets represented from the culture.

The single story is about how a people stereotypes one another based on what they learned through books, media, people, and other sources. For example, Chimamnda announced how she viewed Mexicans as immigrants and them trying to get through the borders, but the moment she stepped foot into Mexico the perspective she got from other sources changed everything. She was ashamed of herself because when she visit the view was completely different because what she saw was happiness, love, and fun. The single story is an image that is created based upon information that was given, but not on your own perspective. In other words, it is the truth to the reality. For example, when people hear of Niagara everyone think of land, poor, Africa, homeless,

With the roadblocks in Callie's adoption it's been a long couple of months, but she was finally getting adopted tomorrow. The whole family couldn't wait for her to officially be a Adams-Foster.

Lux stands there motionless. Mallory and Anastasia run over embracing her. Walking her over to the couch to sit down.

“Elders, this is a scan of Katherine Ayla Regan’s brain when she arrived here yesterday. I’d like you to note the unusual activity in the parietal lobe. She tapped the screen, and the parietal lobe became greater. Kat looked at the screen confused. A weird pink light was pulsing across the lobe.

2006: A group of smiling faces greeted back at me, like the pretty, welcoming American Girls at New York I dragged my mom to see with me. “Yes!, did you see that? I got sweet, one point for me!” I exclaimed with my tiny fist pumping up and down and my butt wiggling from the excitement I could not contain inside of me. As the condensation from the fresh rain beaded up on the surface of my water, forming lopsided smiles droopy eyes, I blew hard and long; I consumed the biggest puff I could huff and puff, enough to blow down the three little pigs’ brick house. I slashed one tick mark and smiled proudly when there were no tick marks on the other side. The seven-year old me cackled softly as I sneakily slashed one more tick mark. A single sweet

How does one go about telling their story when they don’t have a story to tell? I’m not a Hollywood character. I’m not making it into any history textbooks. I’m just trying to breathe, which can be really hard. I’m nobody special, and I’ve accepted that. I’m a little, insecure, insignificant nobody. I’m a side character in my own story.

Had you ever be stereotyped by people and it had affected you in some way? Had you ever be called a stereotype, but just ignored it or sometimes play the part? There is the stereotype that exists around the world and we don’t even pay attention to it at all. We just ignore it as if it is going to go away soon or later, but it isn’t going away that easily. Stereotypes exist even on our campuses and we just don't even notices it, like we are dogs wondering what it is and we just walk away even does we see it every time. And we just think it magically went away, but I talk you what, it isn’t a fantasy at all, it is the real world and it isn’t going away if we do something about it. And sometimes you may think that it don’t affect anyone, but it does affect people that are being stereotyped in many ways that you don’t even know. In addition, you may don’t actually know because you had never been stereotyped and you don’t know what is going on, but on the other hand, you may be the person that stereotyped others for joy or maybe because you had been through it already.

When I was only a little girl, I had been told that true beauty came from within. Yet as I grew up, I noticed that looks mattered. From their attractiveness, race, age, or gender, anyone’s image was always up for scrutiny. Under those circumstances, I grew up thinking that if people were to judge me based on my appearance, that I should judge them the same way. Though, as I became older, I at some point learned that how a person looked wasn’t always in their range of control. A person simply isn’t born with the choice of picking what they look like, nor are they born with the choice of having a genetic disorder or disease. In that case, I believe that nobody should be defined purely based on what they look like.

I appreciate diversity and equality because I am an immigrant myself and live through the benefits of being an immigrant. I grew up with those who are of Black, Brown, Hispanic, White and other Asians heritage and it has allowed me to judge everyone the same. I am glad that because I was an immigrant, my moral judgments can differentiate whether someone was joking or being racist, and my background helped me to be sensitive towards others.

As of late, we have been addressing varieties of conflicts and finding resolutions to those conflicts. We have been concentrating on stereotypes, prejudice, and the idea of biased or misleading advertisement, also known as propaganda. All of these conflicts are very present in all present day and past societies in all nations, whether third or first world. Even though these are not the easiest topics to be discussed, they must be in order to form a better union in all citizens and government. As I stated above, these conflicts ensue on everyday, people everywhere, such as myself, relatives and friends.

Everyone’s past can have some bumps in the road that can result in misery, regret but also happiness. But it can also play an important role

As I walked out of my nine-story apartment complex, I saw an interesting array of faces. Mixed genders, some male, some female, all very different deep down inside. I study their faces, wondering what it'd be like to walk a day in their shoes. Some people are like open books, you can look at their facial expression and instantly guess what their emotions are, yet others are like locked diaries. You can't tell what they're thinking and you'll probably never know. I shake the thought out of my head as I rummage through my pathetic excuse of a handbag, pulling out my most recent bank statement. Thirty-two cents to my name. How do I live like this? My train of thought is lost as my mind ponders elsewhere. Do you think people can tell I'm a broke