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Stereotyped
Narrative
By, FAbiana Sheffer
Walking through these streets of New York City, is all fast, crowded, rude. People rushing to get somewhere and how they walk by you all rude like if you are not able to look at them because you are not in their level. Even if I go to the mall people would look at me with a deep stare like if I was going to seal something. But it didn’t matter to me much, until I notice that if a person see another person with blonde hair women with colored eyes they didn’t stare at them like they stare at me. I thought it was because they didn’t like me, then they did
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it to other people who has my same race. People who had brown hair, brown eyes, and some who are light and some who are tan. It happens more and more and they look at us and talked about us like we were less from them like we didn’t matter. But like I wasn’t a person who liked to argue, I didn’t say anything. Two months later I was with some groups of friends walking to the mall from school.
We went to the food chart to get some food like always. Then I saw this nice women cleaning the tables and around the soda area. I heard stomping from the back of my head, then I figure that it was her boss. The boss was not yelling or screaming but talking in a angry but calm voice. He figure how to talk spanish because she didn’t know english. I knew spanish so I knew what he was saying to her, which was not very nice to say to a grown women. By that time I couldn’t hold it anymore-I had to do something. So after the mall I dropped off my friends to their homes and while I was on my way home I was still thinking about what that boss said to that lady. I opened the door and dropped my backpack on the table. My mom was cooking some rice and beans to eat it with the chicken she had also made. I look at her for a moment and she turned around and said,” Hola hija como estas?”( hi sweetie how are you?) “okay”, I said. “Why do people stereotype?”, I told her with a crying face. “Well, people don’t always stereotype.”, my mom said with a confused face of wonder of why I am asking.” but why people do it?” “ well people judge or stereotype of what they see on TV, news, and from their own eyes, and cause they see that they put that judgment to everyone. Which would never end, but we can do something about it to change some people's mind but not
all.” I took in mind what my mom said for weeks,(we can do something about it to change some people’s mind but not all.)I went to the library to do some research of people who did a change in this world.I saw all these article, my most favorite was the story of ‘Malala Yousafzai’. She was 17 when she got a Nobel Peace Prize for showing her love for women’s rights. She protested and fought for women's who don’t have the respect they should have.Then it came to me. I am going to protest in streets of New York City with people who agree with my believes. To not stereotype only latino but other nationalities that are disrespected from people, but I can’t do this by myself- I needed back up. So I went around to tell my friends, family, neighborhood, neighbors, and etc… We made posters of quotes, phrases, and ours believes. 5:00am we are getting ready to make a change. New York City, at 12:00pm- under the blazing sunning day and amid a sea of flags of Latinos and other nationalities. People yelling and walking through the streets of the city. Even though I heard some hates comments, I kept a straight face and only had in my mind was positive. Eventually the news came and told me so much question and I answer them with the truth. That day was so crowded and loud. Some people went overboard and the police came, but we still went on with the protest. At the end of the day I was so proud of myself and what I did. I may not change most people's minds but from what I saw I did do some good to people. And it all started with a seventeen years old girls who wanted to tell people to not judge or stereotype other people or nationalities without knowing well about them.
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People being generalized based on limited and inaccurate information by sources as television, cartoons or even comic books (Tripod). This is a definition that seems to go against many public standards. The above words are the exact definition of stereotypes. Stereotypes as understood from the definition, goes mostly hand in hand with media -- only not the regular meaning of the innocent media we know. Media propaganda is the other form of media that is rather described as media manipulation. In this paper, the following will be discussed: first, how stereotypes of ethnic groups function in propaganda, why does it function so well, and finally, the consequences of these stereotypes on the life of Egyptians in particular in society. A fair examination will be conducted on this example of stereotypes through clarification examples and research results from researches conducted from reliable sources. The real association between Egyptians’ stereotypes and propaganda discussed in this paper shall magnify the association of stereotypes and propaganda in general.
When I first arrived in NYC I was still very young and had little knowledge about the environment, and what it takes to fit in. Given the opportunity to go to school here, I tried very hard to stay on top of what I did. Living in the Bronx and going to school in the Bronx did not help me either. I founded that it was a very harsh world, when I got bullied for being favored by my teachers. To this day I am still unsure if it was because of jealousy or if it was because of seeing your enemy in pain. Part of it was my fault for displaying my superiority by completing exams too fast, or simply because my teachers showed favorable signs toward me. Just like Joseph in the biblical story, he was favored and as a result others hated him for
(López paragraph 1). The narrator displays almost a feeling of disappointment and/or loss. Her liking for her mother’s projects shows that she really misses having her around and is not the happiest about having just her father, since she now has to do all the cleaning and her dad isn’t of much help. The loss of the narrator’s mother is the basis for the conflict that arises between her and father. Their different viewpoints create tension between the two.
The photograph that is being analyzed depicts a modern day stereotype that the race a person is born with will predetermine the future that he/she has. Three babies show this: two are Caucasian, wearing diapers, and getting to be normal babies; the third baby is of a darker skin color, maybe Hispanic, and is wearing a housekeeper’s uniform and displaying an expression of tiredness. The group that put this add out is from France and is anti-Semitist and against racism. The text that appears on the photo says, “Your skin color shouldn’t dictate your future.”(Huntington)
Growing up, I went to a small daycare where I was one of two, occasionally three, girls compared to about ten boys This meant that much of my childhood was spent surrounded by boys.I knew my place, and I knew what activities I could and could not be a part of. When the boys were playing a serious round of Super Smash Bros Brawl on the Wii, I recognized that they would only allow me to watch. When I wanted to play Barbies I did not even bother to ask if any of the boys wanted to join.
I’m writing to express my concerns about one of the biggest unaddressed social issues in our community today: the devaluation and marginalization of the academic accomplishments of the Asian members of our community. In a highly competitive community such as ours, with extraordinary students in every field, it is easy for one to feel inadequate. To combat this feeling of inadequacy, people tend to diminish the accomplishments of their peers, using excuses to justify why they accomplished where others failed. The most prevalent example of this that I have observed is the idea, “Oh, she got a 100 on the test. Well, she’s supposed to, she’s Asian.” We, myself included, can sometimes be hypercritical of our classmates in order to make ourselves feel better about our own deficiencies. I have witnessed this poisonous mindset be applied to everything from getting good grades, to getting leadership positions.
In the modern era, stereotypes seem to be the ways people justify and simplify the society. Actually, “[s]tereotypes are one way in which we ‘define’ the world in order to see it” (Heilbroner 373). People often prejudge people or objects with grouping them into the categories or styles they know, and then treat the types with their experiences or just follow what other people usually do, without truly understand what and why. Thus, all that caused miscommunication, argument or losing opportunities to broaden the life experience. Stereotypes are usually formed based on an individual’s appearance, race, and gender that would put labels on people.
In elementary school one of the most common phrase used was, “You can’t do that you're a girl.” Society puts gender stereotypes and expectations on children at a very young age. I never really understood these stereotypes and expectations until later in my life. I couldn’t figure out why it was that boys were not allowed to like the color pink, and if the girls wanted to play “boy” sports it was seen as unusual. My family consists of my parents, my sister and I; so I never had sibling of the opposite gender in my life. I didn’t have someone to compare gender differences with. I was given toys no matter what gender they were geared towards. I remember receiving hot wheels cars and baby dolls the same year for Christmas and never thought anything thing of it. I think that these experiences has really shaped who I am today.
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.