Narrative Essay On Colored People

As an African American, to me, the world is not black or white, with shades of gray. The world to me consists of colored or white and anything colored is unacceptable or associated with something unacceptable. I was never born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but instead, my ancestors were the ones who polished the spoons. As a matter fact, if accused of stealing silver, they would be punished immediately without question, without a proper investigation, and without a fair trial. Now in the present day in America, colored people are now given proper investigations and even if the evidence is leaning their way, colored people are still being punished for crimes that they are probably innocent of. Now in the present day in America, a white person

I got up running towards the door and headed straight to the living room. My mom had two rivers flowing from her eyes and her left hand was clenching her heart. I asked her what was wrong and all she did was shake her head in disgust and point at the television. “BREAKING NEWS: George Zimmerman found not guilty of murder in Trayvon Martin 's death." My mouth hits the floor and now I was clenching at my heart. I was never more in shock and disgusted. I then realized why my mother was crying. Not only because that could have been me with a pack of skittles and a gray hoody, but also because racism is alive and well. The justice system was definitely not in our favor in that case or any case lately. I have personally never been a victim of racism, but that does not mean I am in denial about

My co-workers seemed a little unease and ruffled. So, of course, being the nosy person I am, I went around squeezing bits and pieces out of my co-worker until I receive the whole outrageous story. Apparently, Amy who is a white female waiter was assisting a family by taking their orders. The family is not aware that Amy is not their waiter, but Ronald is. Ronald is a twenty-three-year-old male that happens to be black. When Ronald came up behind Amy and took over the orders. The family was not happy and actually refused to speak to Ronald. Ronald held his composure and called over our general manager to handle the situation. Long story short, our general manager called Amy and made her take the order again. The family’s whole stay was paid for and Ronald had to apologize for trying to do what he was hired for. Ronald and a bunch of waiters, of course, went down to human resources to file a complaint. The result was the same as George Zimmerman’s trial, no justice. Ronald’s experience definitely snapped my eyes to see that racism can be everywhere and can be anyone. I was also motivated to get myself out of there because I knew that I could not tolerate that type of