A Significant Journey in My Life - Original Writing
As my family and I were returning from our short summer vacation in
the in the mysterious and magical island on Bermuda a very unexpected,
sad but true occasion occurred. After I had witnessed this occasion my
view on life has never been the same again.
The day we leaving to come back home from our travels abroad was one
of the hottest days I will probably encounter in my entire life. We
were in our taxi and travelling about 20mph because of all the
traffic, there was 5 people squeezed into a little car and the sun was
beaming down on us through the sunroof. All I wanted to do was get out
and run a cold hose all over my body, my whole was feeling sluggish
and tired due to the heat. We were driving along the edge of the
beach, we could see people jumping in and out of the water, and
running along the beach with a football.
As we drove down that road we could see the little public toilets and
little huts along the edge of the beach, the little huts were trading
places, during 6 in the morning and 11 at night little men would sit
in portable chairs and sell sunglasses and hats, deck chairs, or
refreshments. Most of them would be lucky to sell an item a day, as
most the tour guides recommended to us, not to buy items from these
establishments. Bermuda gave me the impression; during the time I was
there, that it was a calm country, that there wasn’t any
discrimination between citizens of the country. On that journey home I
thought to myself that Bermuda would be an ideal place to have a
holiday home in. I could imagine myself coming to Bermuda every
summer, and just relaxing for a...
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get on to the plane back to England. Just before we were boarding my
dad received a phone call on his mobile phone, I overheard a bit of
the conversation, he was talking to his friend about how the guards
and how they only kept us behind because of the colour of our skin, he
said that it is terrible ever since 9/11.
When we all ready to leave on the plane the Muslim family walked down
the isle late, and as they past our isle the Muslim man said to my dad
‘ Ridiculous innit’ my dad sighed.
During that journey home I really thought about how difficult it must
be some people who must have it so much more worse then us. I know
that racism is a factor in the world nowadays, although it is only a
small minority of people that are racist. Ever since that journey home
I have seen the world in a different light.
argues that society should move from people looking at each other’s different skin colors and
I must tell you…if you should settle down here, you’ll have to be either one thing or other—white or colored. Either you must live exclusively amongst colored people, or go to the whites and remain with them. But to do the latter, you must bear in mind that it must never be known that you have a drop of African blood in your veins, or you would be shunned as if you were a pestilence; no matter how fair in complexion or how white you may be.
Skin colour means nothing but identity. Many people use it to discriminate against others whereas they have equal intelligence and sometimes the person being discriminated upon could be having sharper brains. This book is also written for kids and immigrants to learn more about the past of where they live. I recommend that every person should see the other as a partner but not as superior to the other and that there will not be any discrimination in our society.
Black people were seen as a problem by the white people just because their skin color was different;
The black man is hence for white culture the “the burden of original sin” (Fanon 168). Racism in this way is essentially a kind of defense reaction, which, in a way, explains why racism so powerfully enforces and reaffirms relations of separation and distance – the white man wants as much distance
is what the speech is stating and that even though we have different skin colors that we are still
people of different ethnicities. Such harm is observed in the history of North America when the Europeans were establishing settlements on the North American continent. Because of European expansion on the North American continent, the first nations already established on the continent were forced to leave their homes by the Europeans, violating the rights and freedoms of the first nations and targeting them with discrimination; furthermore, in the history of the United States of America, dark skinned individuals were used as slaves for manual labour and were stripped of their rights and freedoms by the Americans because of the racist attitudes that were present in America. Although racist and prejudice attitudes have weakened over the decades, they persist in modern societies. To examine a modern perspective of prejudice and racism, Wayson Choy’s “I’m a Banana and Proud of it” and Drew Hayden Taylor’s “Pretty Like a White Boy: The Adventures of a Blue-Eye Ojibway” both address the issues of prejudice and racism; however, the authors extend each others thoughts about the issues because of their different definitions, perspectives, experiences and realities.
We are black and white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. I feel like I’m on the outside of the world peeping in through a knot-hole in the fence.” (20).
“Black, white and brown are merely skin colors. But we attach to them meanings and assumptions, even laws that create enduring social inequality.”(Adelman and Smith 2003). When I first heard this quote in this film, I was not surprised about it. Each human is unique compared to the other; however, we are group together based on uncontrollable physical characteristics. Eyes, hair texture, and skin tone became a way to separate who belongs where. Each group was labeled as having the same traits. African Americans were physically superior, Asians were the more intellectual race, and Indians were the advanced farmers. Certain races became superior to the next and society shaped their hierarchy on what genes you inherited.
At the age of seven, my life changed forever. I was no longer living in my native country; I was now a fragment of the millions of immigrants who come to the United States in search of the American Dream. At the time, my father had recently lost his job and my mother was unemployed, which caused incredible financial stress for my family. My father decided to risk his life crossing the Rio Grande River for our family to have a better life and greater rewards.
"Social Forces." The Skin Color Paradox and the American Racial Order. Oxfordjournals,org, 2007. Web. 29 Mar. 2014.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you someone else is the greatest accomplishment.” This quote is by Ralph Waldo Emerson. He was a man who always put his education as a top priority, so I highly admire him. As I read this quote, I realized that my greatest accomplishment is something that I am constantly progressing and excelling in, my education. There are three reasons that I will explain as to why my education is my greatest accomplishment. First, education has never been a factor in any of my family member’s lives. Secondly, it took a long time for me to get on track with my educational values. Lastly, I will explain how far my education has gotten me.
It is August 2012. I’m rocking back and forth in my recliner, smoking a cigarette. I’m alone in my apartment, surrounded by fast-food trash. Trash on the table, trash on the floor. Trash everywhere. In between drags of my cigarette, I try to suppress a gargling cough that is creeping out of my lungs and into my throat. I do not want to cough. I do not want to be sick again. But I know I am. It is bronchitis and it is my third bout of it this year. I know that I need to quit smoking temporarily in order to get over the bronchitis. Like most smokers, I am always trying to quit. I think to myself, if I have to quit for a few days anyway, knowing that the first few days are the hardest part; maybe I should use this opportunity to quit for good.
I was born and raised in New York City and lived there until the summer of 2008. In the 14 years of living in New York City, I had numerous events that influenced my life. Each event serves as a memory of something that once was. Trying to decide which memorable event from my past to write about is difficult because many of the events in my life have shaped me into the person I am. To narrow down an event, I am choosing to write about my experience of attending Green River Preserve summer camp located in North Carolina, where I learned to appreciate nature and all the living things around me.
An Unforgettable Trip - Personal Writing I finally arrived in Pakistan on a hot, June morning after nine tiring days. hours. The time is a lot. We finally arrived in a village and the heat beyond words was irritating me. I looked around me, there were trees and greenery.