Unjust Treatment In College

It all began on November 3, 2015 during my first middle school basketball tournament. The grey brick walls of the gymnasium looking more like a prison than a school. The school’s “Lincoln Park Elementary School” sign had graffiti and missed a couple letters from the name. The court was terribly small, but we began by playing the superb team of Jam on It. We were blown out and I headed back up to my mom and dad in the parent filled stands. The game wasn’t even fun to play and we looked like third graders playing them. I looked up to my parents as sad as could be.

As parents, we are staunch believers of the educational value high school presents, and the excitements youth sports bring us. However, most of us are to blame, behind the bright basketball court lights lie an ugly underbelly, a monstrous façade called politics. During the championship seasons, we’ve heard and even seen tales of

My entire life, I have lived and breathed basketball. When I was only three days old, I was being passed around in the stands of a basketball game while my parents coached my older sister. In first grade, I was begging my parents to let me play. I couldn’t, however, because in my town kids don’t start playing basketball until the third grade. They let me join an Upward basketball league that was near my area, but Upward wasn’t competitive enough for me. So the next year, I went a couple towns over to join their city league so I could play. From then on, basketball was my passion.

As an individual I love staying active, socializing with others, being dependable, and keeping busy. Playing Basketball for Flour Bluff ISD, since the seventh grade, has granted me the opportunity to achieve all of these goals. For some peculiar reason I have consistently felt that I lacked experience of which my peers had, and that I would never be able to acquire it. Soon after I started playing I became intimidated of my fellow teammates and worried about the time I felt I lost, due to beginning so late in my childhood. Without fail, I always feel a sense of accomplishment after making it through tryouts every year and as I approach my final season, it has become clear just how much of my life was devoted to Basketball, that I truly love it and how I am thankful to be a part of something much more than just a team.

I attended all training sessions and spent a great amount of time playing basketball since the thrill of winning games, of becoming better pushes me forward. I believed my efforts are worthy, since I had the advantage over other players in speed and keen awareness, and I trained harder than others every day. Basketball was the only thing on my mind. Then the time came to assemble the official school team to participate in formal basketball games. I thought for all my efforts

My family was born to play basketball, both of my brothers had the size and athleticism to play professionally, and my dad towered over others standing at 6’6”. At a young age I was expected to follow in their footsteps. However, I did not have the size that the rest of my family did, and struggled to compete due to my small stature. In the seventh grade I tried out for my middle school basketball team and was promptly told I wasn’t good enough to play. I came home crying feeling that I disappointed my family. The next year, during the eighth grade try-outs, the coach said the same thing and broke my heart for the second year in a row. Dissatisfied with these results, I promised that I would make a change before entering high school.

Justice is neither automatic nor inevitable; the attainment of justice typically entails the sacrifice and suffering of those attempting to achieve it. In essence justice is an ideal, which the majority of individuals universally attempt to realize or uphold, however due to the avarice or agendas, which serve the interests of minorities, this ideal is sometimes subverted. Those performing the miscarriage of justice can become unscrupulous in their methods of maintaining this standard of injustice in efforts of self-preservation. This often results in the suffering of those carrying out their quest for justice. This idea, and the concept that the miscarriage of justice can have long lasting and far reaching effects which can never be fully

Black Like Me is a film about a white reporter who darkens his skin in order to report and experience life from the other side of the “color line.” John Howard Griffin passed as an African American man for six weeks in the deep south during the height of the civil-rights movement. John undergoes mental torment, abuse, discrimination, and treated as an inferior by whites. Throughout histravels, John encounters three Southern white men who are wiling to stop to pick him up when he hitchhikes. Disturbingly two of the men only do so to ask offensive and indelicate questions about his sex life. Having ben picked up by repulsive racist, John is last picked up by a kind construction worker who seems to not care about John’s skin color.

Disparate treatment may range from obvious discrimination, to subtle differences in treatment. Documination may be needed to file a complaint with the employment division in her state, based on discrimination by disparate treatment. Keeping a paper trail of documented issues in regards to discrimination is very important because these cases can lead to legal actions.

If there is Policy violation, the College may restrict access to IT Resources pending completion of an investigation. When it finds a Policy violation, the College will exercise its rights to take appropriate disciplinary action including, but not limited to,

Playing basketball in elementary was always fun in P.E. but it was something that I wanted to do against real competition and not the crazy kids everyday kids in P.E. class. I first tried out for my elementary basketball team in the third grade which was the minimum grade they allowed kids to play basketball. Even though I was very shorter and smaller than the other kids I luckily made the team and it made me very happy. One day I gave my opinion to the coach regarding bettering the team thinking I could be very helpful. Unfortunately, he didn’t think so and thought I was insulting his knowledge about the game which they started a series of disagreements throughout the season. Eventually he put me off the team that year and every year afterwards. After being put off the team I told myself I would just do as the coach says even though I knew that I was right. A year past and I eventually tried out for my middle school team. I made the team and It was a whole different experience for me. I bettered myself throughout those years and carried my love of basketball into my high school years.

Aside from the obvious, unfair treatment does not always equal unlawful discrimination. Treating a person differently from others violates Equal

Basketball seems to get into your blood. It is said by those who play, "You eat, you sleep and you play basketball." When I was a little girl all I wanted to be was a professional basketball player. I couldn't count how many times I pounded that dumb ball in our driveway until it was too dark to see, then I would play for hours more by the porch light. Now I realize that was only childish insanity. Back then they didn’t even have a girls’ profession basketball league in the states. However, that didn't stop me from walking away empty handed. One thing I learned was how to prepare oneself for life. Well, at least, how to prepare oneself for a game.

One rainy night in November, I arrived to the church gym for my first basketball practice of the season. As I walked in the doors creaked and you could smell the gym floor. As I already heard the basketballs hitting the ground, bouncing up and down. My friends Brittany and Destiny walked in right behind me through the door. That was when we realized we were the only girls surrounded by all guys. As practice came to a start we began to run, it felt like we were never going to stop. Up and down the court as we ran suicides, you could hear the squeaking of shoes as we went from the next line back and then on to the next. Before we started scrimmaging, the two captains were boys. Brittany, Destiny, and I stood in amazement as we were the last three standing there. You could see by their expressions they didn’t want any of us on either team.

Do you believe that racism still exist today? Well in fact most people believe that racism is not a problem within the school system anymore. However, racism is still very prominent today especially in the school systems. Unfortunately, racism and discrimination believe it or not still happens towards African American college students to this day in age, the twenty first century for crying out loud.. To further explain College racism, this research will address multiple racial incidents that have occured in various college and even university campuses to this day, and of course how these racial discriminations affect many African American students. Then there will be some examples of other colleges and universities that do not have much of these racial issues and finally there will be some ways in which racial issues can be diminished throughout the school system for not only African American students but also for all attending school.