Stereotyping: A Narrative Fiction

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,

Throughout our American society, there have been topics, or more specifically, issues, that have been implemented in our lives. Whether it be poverty, economic issues, equality, and thus forth, there is one what has always been around for centuries, but has made a bigger impact is stereotyping. This in-particular topic has lead to a multitude of problems, such as social categorization, and the cause of prejudice. The stereotyping propaganda in the United States has caused more problems and attracted more attention than is truly needed.

Anyway, going back to when we were kids, sometimes Ken would babysit me and Maddie. He was 14 at the time and no one knew then how unstable he was, my parents thought that they could trust him. The first time that he crossed the line we were outside playing. It was a cold day in December, I'll always remember that because I was nervous about the upcoming Christmas pageant at school.

I was getting new cleats because the cleats i had last year they are worn out. First my dad picked me up from my grandma’s house to get new cleats. On the way to get new cleats i played a game. The game i was playing was a baseball game. I hit 3 homeruns.

The past was best left in the past. Forgotten and ignored, buried in oblivion, and omitted from the present. That’s how one survives. That’s how one gets from day to day without breaking down in a puddle of mush. It didn’t work to face the problem, to confront it head on with the conception that you could overcome. That was just a fantasy, like fairy tale stories it was unrealistic. I learned the way to survive is by stuffing the invasion of feelings that surface when the bloodcurdling past threatens to suffocate you. If PHDs were awarded for perfecting this talent I would be first on the list to receive one. At least I thought so, at least up until this point it was my greatest ally and friend. But looking into the mirror now trying to focus

“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.

I felt my heart beating out my chest as I walked in the room for try outs for the debate team. I had always like to argue and to make people see things from my point of view. I couldn’t quite comprehend why I was so nervous though. Maybe it was the crowd I had to speak in front of. I really disliked talking in front of people especially, when I really wanted to prove myself worthy for this elite team. I would forget how to read and I stumble across words that I knew so well. Yolicia you’re up! As I began to walk to the podium to speak, I felt like everyone eyes were little beams on me.

It was a very cold and windy night, the wind was so loud it sounded like one of our members from our pack howling. The cold winter was slowly creeping up on us. The sky had never been darker than tonight it was a grey and black mix, kinda like our fur coats that everyone trembled over, but it was faintly streaked with purple. My two brothers, two sisters, and I have been our own pack since our parents died when they went out hunting following the rich smell of sickness and weakness towards town. We hadn’t eaten in days and our prey were finally outsmarting us as much as we hated to admit it and we were slowly starving to death. Usually on the prairie we could find dear or even bunny rabbits that were just waiting to be teared apart from our

We have the ability to completely block out things and people we are not focused on. They become invisible and we can only see the things that align with what we are focused on.

Lately the news cycle has been dominated by extreme violence, one of the main protagonists in these news is race. Particularly black people being assassinated. This trend even though poignant, is not new to us, as citizens of the twenty-first century. The world is beautiful, but also a dangerous place, we have famines, plagues and wars. The world changes all the time and this can be scary. People deal with these fears in different ways; some chose to adapt, some futilely fight to conserve the illusion of the present. Some chose to extend their hand to help their brothers through times of crisis, some, out of fear, chose to close the door when those who need help knock. Fear evolves into hate, and hate gives birth to the wort side of humanity. We are our worst when we hate, the world has seen the birth of hate groups, such as The KKK, Nazi Party, ISIS, Extreme Black Separatists movements etc. A Kraken, is the beast that represent these hate groups, they are all different tentacles coming from the same head: Hate. And the tentacles, hate groups, the only one thing that separates one tentacle from another is who they bind and kill. The Neo Nazis are one example of fear channeled through hate, Neo Nazis believe that the Arian (white) race is superior to all other races. Moreover they believe that it is their duty to maintain the Arian race pure

I am sitting in the back of a stranger’s car on the way to a cemetery as a little girl in a yellow tutu arranges her bobble head pets that seem to emerge one after the other from her white sparkle purse on the seat between us. We both communicate through hand signals while I help her feed plastic carrots to the bobble headed dog and eventually by parroting the sounds she makes manage to stumble through the entire alphabet in Croatian.She laughs at my funny pronunciation, and I smile at her enthusiasm for spelling every passing sign. Not twenty minutes ago I was sitting in a cafe on my first day out of the bustle that is Zagreb on a lazy Saturday afternoon trying to reconcile the images from my news clips and history books in my head with those

Ironically, even though my generation tends to be more liberal that certainly has not been the case for my friends. Specifically, my male friends tend to fit every “redneck” stereotype and are hard core republicans. Coming from a small school, I was stuck with them regardless of if I liked it a lot. Surprising, I grew to love it and look it as another opportunity. I tend to be very outspoken with people I feel comfortable around. Because of this my friends are sure to know where I stand on issues. Being the only direct and vocal democrat in our friend group set me for endless debates, name-calling, and even an occasional agreement. The debates I had with my friend were often long and aggressive, especially when I tend to be the lone wolf in

Once we arrived at the skate shop, I was amazed at all the different skateboards and scooters, but my thinking was interrupted by my dad, “ready to get yours” he said, I shook my head speechless in excitement. Once we got started, I was in a trance watching them make and put together skate boards, once I picked out mine, they told us to wait half an hour, so we decided to go to an ice cream shop nearby, once I got my cotton candy flavored ice cream me and my dad sat on a bench outside the shop. My I cream started to melt and I could feel the ice cold liquid run thru my fingers, and hit my foot like ice cold rain. It seemed like hours until we finally heard the loud beep from the store when we went back inside the store.

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.