White Girl Research Paper

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The pain of one little girl had an enormous impact on my personal beliefs and the type of person I have become. I’m from a small community on a mountain that was late on the understanding of racial equality. I spent a large portion of my early childhood surrounded by all white people and their opinions of everyone who was not white being beneath them. I heard negative comments and horrible derogatory name-calling about other races consistently. It was the norm to hear how a white person verbally abused, physically wounded, even murdered a black man. I don’t know if this is the attitude I would have grown up with if it had not been for this one day, even though I do not remember feeling any negative feelings toward anyone by that age, but I …show more content…

She’d been boarding the bus for a couple days now and everyone whispered, laughed, and picked on her regularly. I was in first grade and so was she. I noticed her in school before but never spoke to her. Her mother was white, she was from the mountain too, and her father was black. I remember I acquired this information because everyone was conferring about her moving back to the mountain with her “mixed baby”, and how disgraceful it was for her to have conceived a baby with a black man. The girl’s mother was having financial difficulties and moved in with her mother, who was also harshly spoken about due to people not being able to fathom why she let her daughter bring home “that baby”. So, as you can imagine the children overheard the adults’ conversations about this situation and they now had their mind set that this little girl should not be there and she was “trash that did not belong on our mountain”. All of these activities led up to the day that influenced my outlook on people, and I am sure it influenced this young girl’s life …show more content…

She began to cry and asked them to stop. You could ascertain by the confusion and extreme heartache on her face that she did not comprehend why they were being so cruel to her. She lifted her feet into the seat and put her head over her knees and cried for what seemed to be forever. She looked so miserable and helpless curled up in the corner of the seat crying. My heart was breaking for her, and I felt this plummeting feeling in my stomach. I could not comprehend how they could treat her that way. The children never stopped picking on her; they continued until each one of them exited the bus one at a time. When we finally reached her house; the bus driver called out her name and she removed herself from the seat, sobbing with her head down, and sauntered to the front of the bus and

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