Growing up I had a very normal childhood. I have lived in the same house my entire life, I am not adopted, and I have not been aware of any financial difficulties within my family. I understand that I am ver blessed in this way. My parents have raised me very strictly to treat everyone as equals.
One day I was frustrated with someone and said, "wow that is so gay'. It was that day that my Dad yelled at me and then sat me down to explain to me how hurtful this saying was. He told me that my Uncle was gay. I do not think this was s surprise to me; however, I do not remember because I was so young. I remember I felt uncomfortable the first time I saw my uncle kiss his now long time partner. However, it soon grew to be normal. I love my uncle and his partner very much, and I have learned to accept homosexuality.
Now that my sister is married, her husband believes that homosexuality is a sin. This is very stressful for her because she is afraid our uncle will find out, and that it will ruin her relationship with our uncle. For me this proves that the acceptance of homosexuality is not always natural. My sister's husband has never been around a gay person before and is probably a big reason why he feels uncomfortable around it. I believe that it is very important to surround yourself with people of different lifestyles before you make a clear decision on what your view is because I would probably think differently of homosexuality if I did not have relatives who were gay.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Because of this class I have been trying to reflect on the microaggression that I face day to day. I realized that there is a lot of microaggression facing me that I have not realized. I play a lot of pick-up soccer in the summers at Gonzaga.When playing there, I am usually the minority. There are a lot of immigrants from other countries, many coming from Saudi Arabia, varying countries in Africa, and there is a large group of Asians (I do not know which country because sadly I have never actually had a conversation with any of them).
Our teams are very segregated. One team is full of people from Ghana, the other team with the Asians, the other with the Saudi's, and then there is a mixed team of my friends and other people usually from Ghana. The people on my team are usually more assimilated to American culture. There is a lot of cultural misunderstandings in the way we play and a lot of discrimination between the groups. People say things such as "the asians are annoying because they always laugh when they mess up" or "It's soooo annoying how the people from Ghana are always a half hour late". I have often been frustrated if I am placed on the team with the Saudi's because they will not pass to me because I am a girl.
It is crazy that I have not put much thought into this ongoing scenario I am faced with. I usually think that I do not face racism; however, this is not true. I may not see evil malicious racism every day; however, I do see microaggression everyday, and I should be more aware of my surroundings.
Our teams are very segregated. One team is full of people from Ghana, the other team with the Asians, the other with the Saudi's, and then there is a mixed team of my friends and other people usually from Ghana. The people on my team are usually more assimilated to American culture. There is a lot of cultural misunderstandings in the way we play and a lot of discrimination between the groups. People say things such as "the asians are annoying because they always laugh when they mess up" or "It's soooo annoying how the people from Ghana are always a half hour late". I have often been frustrated if I am placed on the team with the Saudi's because they will not pass to me because I am a girl.
It is crazy that I have not put much thought into this ongoing scenario I am faced with. I usually think that I do not face racism; however, this is not true. I may not see evil malicious racism every day; however, I do see microaggression everyday, and I should be more aware of my surroundings.
Thanksgiving break
I recently went to Charleston in South Carolina for my cousin's wedding. This was the first time that I have been to the South. She was married at an old plantation. It was a beautiful, but I could not help wonder why she would want to be married at a place where so many horrible things happened in history. When I looked around, all I could think about was that there once was slavery that held this place together. The separation of wealth was also absolutely crazy. The amount of land people had and the size of their houses were truly astounding. As a result of seeing this, I could better imagine the panic these plantation owners felt when their free labor was going to be taken away from them.
We also walked around downtown Charleston where I noticed that many people working in the restaurants were black. The waiters were often white, while the people working in the back kitchen were black. I understand that there is a lot of racism here is Spokane, but it was crazy to see the way black and white people act towards each other is the city where 50% of slaves were brought to for the selling and distribution of slavery. This city has so much horrible history, which now because of tourism keeps the money rolling in and the city alive.
We also walked around downtown Charleston where I noticed that many people working in the restaurants were black. The waiters were often white, while the people working in the back kitchen were black. I understand that there is a lot of racism here is Spokane, but it was crazy to see the way black and white people act towards each other is the city where 50% of slaves were brought to for the selling and distribution of slavery. This city has so much horrible history, which now because of tourism keeps the money rolling in and the city alive.
Christmas. As much as I should be studying for finals right now, all I can think about is Christmas. Relating this to out Intro to US cultural studies class, I figured I would share with you all some of my families traditions around the Holidays.
On Christmas Eve, we have a full house of people over for dinner, dessert, presents and a show. My mother's best friend from college and her Jewish husband, my father's Marine friends and their wives, and my aunt and uncle never fail to show up. And then we have the handful of friends who had no place to go that night and it is always fun to see who shows up.
My sister and I always put on a little show, I usually sing something and my sister dances. Then we eat my mother's lasagna and an ridiculously fancy salad. And after dinner we open presents. My sister and I always receive a new pair of pajamas from our mom and there is always an exchange of dog toys for each others fury faced family.
Lastly we eat dessert, pumpkin pie, peanut butter balls, toll-house pie, gumdrop cookies and as per tradition, we read the book Santa Mouse. Then we put out milk and cookies for Santa, carrots for the reindeer, and a piece of cheese for Santa Mouse.
The rest of the night is spent out by the fire pit, laughing and sharing stories. It is my absolute favorite night of the year.
On Christmas Eve, we have a full house of people over for dinner, dessert, presents and a show. My mother's best friend from college and her Jewish husband, my father's Marine friends and their wives, and my aunt and uncle never fail to show up. And then we have the handful of friends who had no place to go that night and it is always fun to see who shows up.
My sister and I always put on a little show, I usually sing something and my sister dances. Then we eat my mother's lasagna and an ridiculously fancy salad. And after dinner we open presents. My sister and I always receive a new pair of pajamas from our mom and there is always an exchange of dog toys for each others fury faced family.
Lastly we eat dessert, pumpkin pie, peanut butter balls, toll-house pie, gumdrop cookies and as per tradition, we read the book Santa Mouse. Then we put out milk and cookies for Santa, carrots for the reindeer, and a piece of cheese for Santa Mouse.
The rest of the night is spent out by the fire pit, laughing and sharing stories. It is my absolute favorite night of the year.
Something that has been really bothering me lately is all the hate speech that has been showing up on my Tumblr dash- toward strait allies. Why is being an ally of minorities such a bad thing?
Here are some examples of what I am talking about:
http://shutthefuckupstraightpeople.tumblr.com/post/43040098347/are-you-a-good-straight-ally
http://saintwerewolf.tumblr.com/post/41138999512
http://anarcho-queer.tumblr.com/post/41835948698
I think what these people are trying to say is that they feel strait allies are only saying they are strait allies in order to get attention. Or that in order to be a strait ally one must dedicate their life tohelping out the LGBTQ.
Do you all agree? What is your definition of an ally?
Here are some examples of what I am talking about:
http://shutthefuckupstraightpeople.tumblr.com/post/43040098347/are-you-a-good-straight-ally
http://saintwerewolf.tumblr.com/post/41138999512
http://anarcho-queer.tumblr.com/post/41835948698
I think what these people are trying to say is that they feel strait allies are only saying they are strait allies in order to get attention. Or that in order to be a strait ally one must dedicate their life tohelping out the LGBTQ.
Do you all agree? What is your definition of an ally?
Considering Christmas is just around the corner, I figured it would be appropriate to talk about the uproar and debate about what is going on in the Netherlands right now. There is an age old holiday tradition in the Netherlands, where Santa and his helper Black Pete walk the streets and hand out candy.
Black Pete is always portrayed by a white man in black face and hands out candy to the children as they parade down the streets.
The tradition's origins are not very clear, from what I can tell there are two predominat ideas of how black Pete came to be. The first is that Black Pete is black because of the soot when he follows Santa down the chimney.
The other idea is he was based of a black slave in an old children's book.
Recently, there has been uproar in the Netherlands over whether the character is racist or not and if the age long tradition should be disbanded.
You can read the full article here: http://america.aljazeera.com/articles/2013/12/5/black-pete-foundracist.html
Is this racism? Or just a fun tradition? Personally, I love traditions but I think this one should soon be on the way out.
Black Pete is always portrayed by a white man in black face and hands out candy to the children as they parade down the streets.
The tradition's origins are not very clear, from what I can tell there are two predominat ideas of how black Pete came to be. The first is that Black Pete is black because of the soot when he follows Santa down the chimney.
The other idea is he was based of a black slave in an old children's book.
Recently, there has been uproar in the Netherlands over whether the character is racist or not and if the age long tradition should be disbanded.
You can read the full article here: http://america.aljazeera.com/articles/2013/12/5/black-pete-foundracist.html
Is this racism? Or just a fun tradition? Personally, I love traditions but I think this one should soon be on the way out.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
What kind of Asian are you?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWynJkN5HbQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player
I have never really understood people’s fascination with
trying to figure out or guessing other peoples heritage or ancestry. My own ancestry
is so mixed that I do not have much to identify with so I think that because I
am hesitant to discover my own I have little interest in discovering this part
of others unless it is something that is prompted by them. Though I would not
ask someone about their ancestry I have seen it happen on many occasions and
more often than not the person asked was proud of their heritage and more than
willing to share. However in modern American society there are many people who
are minorities in appearance but do not identify themselves with the culture of
their ancestors. This video gives humorous look at what happens when someone
turns the tables after being asked about what she is.
Microagressions
One thing that I have learned from the CRT is that racism is
not always intentional or overt and in our day and age racism is most common in
the form of microagressions. This article is from a black woman’s perspective
on her time in Germany. Being a foreigner and a person of color she felt like
she was always in the spotlight, like people were always staring. Those around
her were usually very kind, polite however because people were not used to multicultural
experiences like engaging with a person of color they would stare. This
reaction of the people around her seemed unintentional and makes me think about
times when I might have unintentionally committed a microaggression that made
someone feel uncomfortable. It is important that we learn about cultures that
differ from our own so that we do not unintentionally offend those around us.
Classes like Intro to USCS opens our eyes to the subtle racism around us and
the unconscious racism within that we might have been blind to otherwise but it
is now our choice where we go from here.
Subtle Racism in Modern Film
So I was recently watching “X-men: First Class” in
preparation of the new x-men film when I realized something. Darwin, the only black
main character, is killed off after only a few minutes of screen time. This
made me think about other movies where often the token black character is quickly
eliminated or the first to die. I remember watching Transformers in theatres
with some friends a few years back and there was this robot named Jazz that
spoke in a very stereotypically vernacular and tone. After he first spoke
someone in the audience called out “oooh he gonna die first” and many laughed
while some chuckled uncomfortably but sure enough Jazz was the first and might
have been the only autobot to be ripped apart by Megatron. Needless to say I
was stunned at the time. I knew that it had been a common theme in the horror
movie world to kill of certain types of characters but until then I had not
really been looking for it in mainstream media. The man’s comment opened my
eyes to the subtle racism present modern film and now I see it everywhere. It
makes me wonder why this theme/trope is still so common today and why people
are ok with it?
You go there?
I grew up in the Inland Empire of Southern California. I went to San Bernardino High School, which is found in the South end of San Bernardino. When people would ask what high school I went to I would answer them with said statement and then I would get the ever famous reply "You go there?" in a condescending tone with eyebrows raised.
If one were to step foot on my high school campus, they would understand that particular question. The student population is two-thirds Latino and the other quarter is African American. I can count how many white students were in my graduating class on one hand. At least a quarter of my freshman class had been to juvenile hall or they were or have been under parole. There were constant fights during lunch time and passing period; and these weren't just fights between students, they were fights that dealt with race and gangs. It was very rare to see a Latino student with a Black student, there was no mistaking the tension between the two races.
Having lived in San Bernardino for some time, this was not unexpected. To even step foot in the south end of Highland Blvd. would label you crazy. When I would stay at night to attend a play or athletic game, my mom would distinctly tell me to stay within the campus gates. The only description my high school ever got was "ghetto." I remember during a water polo game, the team we were playing against was from a high school that resided from the upper class, white community of San Bernardino County. When they got off of their bus, they started looking around as if they were going to be shot at.
Out of the 800 freshman that came into high school along side me, only 400 graduated, which pegs the question "Where did the other 400 go?" Throughout high school I found that the teachers and the principals only got us ready to graduate, not to prepare for what was after. And there was this constant thought process that we won't make it. That there is no way we will ever succeed. The students believe this and most don't even think of a future that has college in it.
So when people would ask me "You go there?" I wouldn't let there tone or their surprise deter me or hurt the pride I felt for my school, because I know the realities of where I come from.
If one were to step foot on my high school campus, they would understand that particular question. The student population is two-thirds Latino and the other quarter is African American. I can count how many white students were in my graduating class on one hand. At least a quarter of my freshman class had been to juvenile hall or they were or have been under parole. There were constant fights during lunch time and passing period; and these weren't just fights between students, they were fights that dealt with race and gangs. It was very rare to see a Latino student with a Black student, there was no mistaking the tension between the two races.
Having lived in San Bernardino for some time, this was not unexpected. To even step foot in the south end of Highland Blvd. would label you crazy. When I would stay at night to attend a play or athletic game, my mom would distinctly tell me to stay within the campus gates. The only description my high school ever got was "ghetto." I remember during a water polo game, the team we were playing against was from a high school that resided from the upper class, white community of San Bernardino County. When they got off of their bus, they started looking around as if they were going to be shot at.
Out of the 800 freshman that came into high school along side me, only 400 graduated, which pegs the question "Where did the other 400 go?" Throughout high school I found that the teachers and the principals only got us ready to graduate, not to prepare for what was after. And there was this constant thought process that we won't make it. That there is no way we will ever succeed. The students believe this and most don't even think of a future that has college in it.
So when people would ask me "You go there?" I wouldn't let there tone or their surprise deter me or hurt the pride I felt for my school, because I know the realities of where I come from.
Being "White" in a Mexican Family
My mom is Chicana and my dad is White, making my sister and I biracial and lighter than the rest of our family. My sister and I were raised as being Mexican, always surrounded by my mom's side.It wasn't until I started high school that I realized that my sister and I look like we don't belong in our own family.
I'm taller than everyone in my family. Except for two uncles and my dad, I tower over every single one of my aunts, cousins, and my grandparents. When my sister and I walk with my mom in public people have to take a second look at us because it doesn't even look like we're her daughters. Where my mom is short, we are tall. Where she is brown, we are white. It hurts sometimes when I know that my cousins can pass for her daughters, instead of us.
In family photos, people can see a mass of "brown" people, then they see my sister and I and we get confused looks. One of my uncles used to call me "white girl" because, well, I looked white; he still calls me that until this day. I know he's just joking, but it still hurts knowing that my own uncle overlooks half of my genetic makeup. When my family talks about what it's like to be Mexican-American, those stories don't apply to me because I don't look Mexican. And if I act Mexican, I receive strange looks because I don't look the part.
It feels weird sometimes knowing that I look like I don't belong in my own family. There's even a rift between my closest cousins and I because I know they don't see me as equal to them; they think that I'm white and privileged. So, even within my own family I feel the judgement of not even being full white, but being half. I know they still love me, no matter what, but sometimes it becomes too much knowing that my own family puts me in one box, instead seeing all of the labels that create me.
I'm taller than everyone in my family. Except for two uncles and my dad, I tower over every single one of my aunts, cousins, and my grandparents. When my sister and I walk with my mom in public people have to take a second look at us because it doesn't even look like we're her daughters. Where my mom is short, we are tall. Where she is brown, we are white. It hurts sometimes when I know that my cousins can pass for her daughters, instead of us.
In family photos, people can see a mass of "brown" people, then they see my sister and I and we get confused looks. One of my uncles used to call me "white girl" because, well, I looked white; he still calls me that until this day. I know he's just joking, but it still hurts knowing that my own uncle overlooks half of my genetic makeup. When my family talks about what it's like to be Mexican-American, those stories don't apply to me because I don't look Mexican. And if I act Mexican, I receive strange looks because I don't look the part.
It feels weird sometimes knowing that I look like I don't belong in my own family. There's even a rift between my closest cousins and I because I know they don't see me as equal to them; they think that I'm white and privileged. So, even within my own family I feel the judgement of not even being full white, but being half. I know they still love me, no matter what, but sometimes it becomes too much knowing that my own family puts me in one box, instead seeing all of the labels that create me.
Red Robin: Not Just A Hamburger Joint
Last month one of my friends had her birthday, which is just 2 days before mine. So, to celebrate we took two of our mutual friends and went to Red Robin for dinner. Two of my friends are Hawaiian and the other is Hispanic, safe to say I am the lightest out of us four. When we were seated at a table, we waited for about five minutes, at which time another group of girls, who were all white, sat at the table next to us. A waitress then asked us if we, my friends and I and the other groups of girls, were together. We answered no and she looked at us and told her colleague, in front of us, that she would help the girls that were sitting next to us, even though we were there before them. My friends and I just looked at each other and one of them said "It's because we're brown."
Before this class I probably wouldn't have looked further into the situation, but as I looked around the restaurant I found that we were surrounded by people lighter than us. Coming from a city that is two-thirds Latino and the other quarter is African American, I haven't really been discriminated against, but coming to Spokane I quickly realized that there is a very different atmosphere when it comes to diversity.
Not only did the waitress disregard my group of friends and I, but throughout the night she kept looking at us, as if we didn't belong there or she was afraid of coming to close to us. Even when we were eventually helped, the waiter continuously looked at me for verification when he asked questions seeing that I was the lightest one at the table.
This was the first time I actually experienced, and felt, what it's like to be discriminated against or be the other group. After this incident, it got me thinking about my mom, who is Latina, and how she would be treated in a city like this.
Before this class I probably wouldn't have looked further into the situation, but as I looked around the restaurant I found that we were surrounded by people lighter than us. Coming from a city that is two-thirds Latino and the other quarter is African American, I haven't really been discriminated against, but coming to Spokane I quickly realized that there is a very different atmosphere when it comes to diversity.
Not only did the waitress disregard my group of friends and I, but throughout the night she kept looking at us, as if we didn't belong there or she was afraid of coming to close to us. Even when we were eventually helped, the waiter continuously looked at me for verification when he asked questions seeing that I was the lightest one at the table.
This was the first time I actually experienced, and felt, what it's like to be discriminated against or be the other group. After this incident, it got me thinking about my mom, who is Latina, and how she would be treated in a city like this.
Unfair Racial Profiling In Arizona Against Hispanics
http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2013/nov/12/immigration-activists-begin-hunger-fast-to-demand-/?page=all
I found this article that brought back the subject of the immigration situation in Arizona. Ever since I first heard of this law, I was appalled. I just find it so unfair and discriminative how these police officers have the right to pull someone over if they even look Hispanic and ask for their papers because they suspect they are undocumented. This is such a violation of people's rights, as well as a total discrimination towards Hispanics. It is completely wrong of police to pull over anyone they suspect may be undocumented and ask them for their papers, and also take them to federal deportation authorities or just arrest them for something as simple as a burnt-out taillight or something as ridiculous and stupid as picking up a water bottle from a trash can. They literally pull them over for absolutely no reason. This is taking racial profiling to an extreme, and should not be allowed. Just because someone looks Hispanic does not mean they are undocumented. To me, it seems that Arizona is not just trying to get rid of undocumented immigrants, they are trying to get rid of the entire Hispanic population in general by pulling over and arresting these people for absolutely no reason, even though they show them proof that they are in this country legally. This really sickens me and feel a lot of disgust and anger towards the Arizona government that allowed this to happen and is executing this law. Another thing that really annoys me is that they don't call them "undocumented" immigrants, they call them "illegal" immigrants. Since when is a human illegal? To me, that term is dehumanizing and should not be used. "Undocumented immigrants" is a more appropriate term to use towards people in this situation. Overall, I just feel like this country needs to stop all the hate and racial profiling because it is really hurting people who do not deserve to be hurt.
I found this article that brought back the subject of the immigration situation in Arizona. Ever since I first heard of this law, I was appalled. I just find it so unfair and discriminative how these police officers have the right to pull someone over if they even look Hispanic and ask for their papers because they suspect they are undocumented. This is such a violation of people's rights, as well as a total discrimination towards Hispanics. It is completely wrong of police to pull over anyone they suspect may be undocumented and ask them for their papers, and also take them to federal deportation authorities or just arrest them for something as simple as a burnt-out taillight or something as ridiculous and stupid as picking up a water bottle from a trash can. They literally pull them over for absolutely no reason. This is taking racial profiling to an extreme, and should not be allowed. Just because someone looks Hispanic does not mean they are undocumented. To me, it seems that Arizona is not just trying to get rid of undocumented immigrants, they are trying to get rid of the entire Hispanic population in general by pulling over and arresting these people for absolutely no reason, even though they show them proof that they are in this country legally. This really sickens me and feel a lot of disgust and anger towards the Arizona government that allowed this to happen and is executing this law. Another thing that really annoys me is that they don't call them "undocumented" immigrants, they call them "illegal" immigrants. Since when is a human illegal? To me, that term is dehumanizing and should not be used. "Undocumented immigrants" is a more appropriate term to use towards people in this situation. Overall, I just feel like this country needs to stop all the hate and racial profiling because it is really hurting people who do not deserve to be hurt.
My Culture of One Experience
I really enjoyed doing the Culture of One activity. It was a great chance to get to know other people. Not only get to know the stuff on the surface, but get to know things about them that would not come up in a standard conversation, and you would never have guessed about that person. In my group, I got to know some very deep and touchy things that I am sure were not something that was easy to share, and I really appreciate them for sharing that with me. Although the information itself helped me learn a lot about them, I also think that having the listeners not interrupt the speaker in any way, not even by saying "uh-huh" to agree with the person, really helped me learn even more about the speaker. It was really weird at first because I really wanted to give feedback to the speaker to show that I was listening and that I understood, but had to restrain myself. I even wondered when it was my turn to speak, if they were actually listening to me. Restraining myself from saying something to the speaker helped me listen to them better because instead of trying to come up with things to say to them, all my attention was to what they were saying, which allowed me to grasp more than I would have if I made comments while they spoke. I think that that is one of the problems in communication in America. We always have the tendency to interrupt someone's conversation, not only so that they know we are listening to them, but also so that we could say that we relate to what they are saying. I have noticed that in a conversation, people always try to put their input on things and bring the topic of the conversation to themselves. People say things like, "I know what you mean," "yeah, me too," or "something like that happened to me too." It is always "me" or "I." This kind of shows that we are more interested in talking about ourselves, than actually listening to the person and trying to help them out. I know that that is just what we do in America and is the norm, but sometimes, we just literally have to shut up and listen. We should just put ourselves aside and actually listen to what the person has to say in order to fully understand and help them because that is why they came to you in the first place. I hope to always think of this experience whenever I have a conversation and try to remain silent until they are done speaking to improve my listening skills.
My Cultural Background
I come from a Venezuelan and Spanish family. I was born in Caracas, Venezuela to a Venezuelan father and a Spanish mother. I lived in Venezuela until I was 6 years old, and that is when I moved to the United States. All my life, I grew up with Venezuelan and Spanish culture. I speak Spanish to my parents and family members other than my brother and cousins. The majority of my meals were homemade and typical Venezuelan and Spanish dishes. Instead of mac and cheese, chicken nuggets, and hot dogs, I grew up with arepas, pabellón criollo, and cachapas. All throughout my life, I was not ashamed of saying I was from Venezuela because it made me unique from everyone else. However, unless I say that I am from Venezuela and they hear me speak Spanish, people wouldn't know that I was Hispanic because I have light brown hair, blue-green eyes, am not really dark skinned, and don't have an accent when I speak English. This gave me the opportunity of being a part of both the dominant group and the minority group. Having this opportunity helps me understand what both groups are thinking and what their perspectives are. Also because of this, I have not experienced as much prejudice and discrimination as people who are noticeably Hispanic. When people first hear I'm Hispanic or hear me speak Spanish, the first thing they say is "are you Mexican?" This always bugs me because it says to me how ignorant Americans are about the world and culture. Out of the many Spanish speaking countries there are, the one they always think of is the one that is right underneath the US and in North America. Instead of them assuming that someone who is Hispanic is Mexican, they can ask "what is your heritage?" to be more conscious of other heritages. When I was younger, I would make the same mistake and assume that if someone looked Asian, they were Chinese because it is the most popular Asian country. But now, because of my experience, I try to be conscious of other heritages when I ask what their cultural background is instead of assuming because I know how it feels when people categorize you to a specific country just because it is the most common one. I hope that people will also be more aware of other cultures and that there are other countries out there than just America, Mexico, and China. My culture is a huge part of me and I have learned to embrace it even more than I did when I was younger because if I'm not proud of it, than what does that make me? My culture makes me who I am, and I am so thankful for that and would not trade it for anything.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Can Mixed Race People be Caucasian?
I've recently found myself questioning my ethnic heritage, as can one who comes mostly from Europe be mixed race? Though we are mostly Germanic, we also are part Swedish, as well as Danish, Irish, and Scottish. Can we be considered biracial? Or is there a different term for someone who is completely white, but made up of several different kinds of white? This is something I've been thinking about.
Is anyone else in a similar situation, with many different kinds of "caucasian" in their family history?
Is anyone else in a similar situation, with many different kinds of "caucasian" in their family history?
READ THIS!!!!!!
http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1998-11-06/news/9811060378_1_hmong-community-norwest-egg-rolls
This article is wrong on so many levels. Instead of talking about the thought process of the daughter and how she must be dealing with the situation, the news people focus on her ethnicity and say "$10,000 that's a lot of spring rolls" or "assimilate or hit the road" the worst part about these comments is that they were aired all over America
This article is wrong on so many levels. Instead of talking about the thought process of the daughter and how she must be dealing with the situation, the news people focus on her ethnicity and say "$10,000 that's a lot of spring rolls" or "assimilate or hit the road" the worst part about these comments is that they were aired all over America
Black people all criminals???????
http://articles.sun-sentinel.com/2012-03-23/news/fl-trayvon-martin-walking-while-black-20120323_1_racial-bias-police-officer-america-s-black-upper-class
this is a sad article that shows what our nation has done to non-whites. It makes them fear for their life and also does not allow them to have their god given right to stand up for themselves.
I thought our country was found on the belief of "Freedom and Equality for all"?
this is a sad article that shows what our nation has done to non-whites. It makes them fear for their life and also does not allow them to have their god given right to stand up for themselves.
I thought our country was found on the belief of "Freedom and Equality for all"?
discrimination
http://articles.baltimoresun.com/2013-06-12/news/bs-md-racial-profiling-immigration-20130612_1_immigration-bill-immigration-status-border-security
This bill allows almost all illegal immigrants to apply for legal status. This bill wont put a stop on racial discrimination but its a start. Please comment on this if you support or don't.
This bill allows almost all illegal immigrants to apply for legal status. This bill wont put a stop on racial discrimination but its a start. Please comment on this if you support or don't.
Retailers post Customer "Bill of Rights" after Racial Profiling allegations
http://wtvr.com/2013/12/10/retailers-post-customer-bill-of-rights-after-racial-profiling-allegations/
This article talks about how there is a new "Bill of Rights" for customers in New York City, and I think it is kind of interesting. Especially since one of the presentations someone had presented an incident similar to the ones from the article.
I'd appreciate any comments on the article. Do you think it'll work? Or is it just a PR stunt?
This article talks about how there is a new "Bill of Rights" for customers in New York City, and I think it is kind of interesting. Especially since one of the presentations someone had presented an incident similar to the ones from the article.
I'd appreciate any comments on the article. Do you think it'll work? Or is it just a PR stunt?
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