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…
can see how racism is influenced by our childhood environment. I feel this day rendered me a more sympathetic and understanding person. There was a young girl who began to ride our bus.
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…
also. All of the children were on the bus after school, and we were traveling up the mountain; that is when the first teenage boy began to call the little girl names. I was sitting in the row behind her across the aisle, so I could observe her very well. The other older children began to participate with the name-calling and verbal abuse. They began to tug on her hair and talk about how unattractive it was and equating it to other hair on our body that I do not wish to elaborate on. Then the children proceeded to ridicule her mother for getting pregnant by a black man; they never said black man and always referred to any black person with a derogatory name that I still cannot say to this day because it feels so erroneous. The entire time this is transpiring, I am watching this little girl’s face turn completely sorrowful and I felt powerless and believed I could not do anything due to all the other children being so much larger than me. The exploitation continues for about 45 minutes, due to how far we lived from the school.
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
exited. I arrived at home and questioned my mother as to why people treat other people with such hatred and disrespect. Even though my mother was from the mountain, she was not nearly as cruel as others, and she told me the other children acquired it from their parents and their parents do not like black people. I did not enquire about more details because I did not actually care why at that point. I could not wrap my head around why it was ok to treat a person, who had no control over their circumstances, so cruelly. This girl did not have control over who her father was, and the color of her skin did not make her less of a person, or cause her to have less feelings than the other children. We are all the same on the inside; we all have feelings and we can be hurt. From that moment, I made a promise to myself that I would not detest another person because of the color of their skin or because of where they came from. I feel strongly as an adult against racism and stereotyping. I have raised my children to not judge someone because of the way they look, and to give everyone an equal opportunity and treat everyone with respect. That one day in my childhood contributed to forming the person I am today.
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First time she ever accounts racism was at the Movie Theater, before she had even realized what it was. This incident made her start questioning what racism was and what made blacks and whites different. In Centreville, Mississippi where she lived with her mother and a sister (Adline) and brother (Junior). In Centreville they meet two other kids that just had happened to be white. Essie Mae had never been a friend with white kids. The two white children Katie and Bill would always ride their bikes and skates in front of Essie Mae yard. So they got their attention on one afternoon by making Indian noises to draw them to play with the others. Katie and Bill would let Essie ride their bikes and skates all the time, the others where too young to let them try. So they would grow a close relationship not knowing what others might think of these two groups playing. Every Saturday Essie's mother would always take them to the movies, where the blacks would have to seat in the balcony and whites could seat in the bottom level. But they saw Katie and Bill there so Essie and her bother and sister followed them to the bottom level. While mother was not noticing what was going on, when mother noticed she began to start yelling and pulling them out the door. The children begun to cry this would make mom just leave the Movie Theater.
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In the short story “Brownies,” author ZZ Packer uses the narrator, Laurel, to explore the tensions that exist between belonging to a community and maintaining individuality. While away at camp with her brownie troop, she finds herself torn between achieving group inclusion and sustaining her own individualism. Although the events of the short story occur at Camp Crescendo, Packer is able to expand (and parallel) this struggle for identity beyond the camp’s walls and into the racially segregated society that both the girls and their families come from. Packer is exploring how an individual’s inherent need for group inclusion consequently fuels segregation and prejudice against those outside the group across various social and societal stratums.
She stopped letting me sleep on the bottom bunk; she began to tease me about my fears.” (Evans 46). As 9 years old child, Allison is annoyed of Tara because she’s being tedious. Allison’s act might be seen as siding with her grandmother, and this directly explains that Tara went through the suffering alone, without anyone supporting her. This might be the reason why in the end, Tara decided to jumped off the tree, because she felt tortured and pressured badly by everyone surround her, and no one ever pay attention to her. Her best friend who she had always spent time with, giving her back to her, and stressed her to the point that she dare to jump. Somehow, we encounter these kind of situations in real life, and Evans are trying to make readers realize such tragedy really did happened in our surroundings. Frustration due to racial discrimination actually happens commonly. Those kinds of mistreatment that one’s receiving due to differences in race or culture indirectly affect his or her mentality and their character development. Evans wants the readers realize that such offensive behavior we frequently do – whether it is intentional or not intentional – affect other person’s psychological state. Readers ought to be aware of any shape of discrimination among our society and to select suitable actions when binding relationship with people from other
After World War II, “ A wind is rising, a wind of determination by the have-nots of the world to share the benefit of the freedom and prosperity” which had been kept “exclusively from them” (Takaki, p.p. 383), and people of color in United States, especially the black people, who had been degraded and unfairly treated for centuries, had realized that they did as hard as whites did for the winning of the war, so they should receive the same treatments as whites had. Civil rights movement emerged, with thousands of activists who were willing to scarify everything for Black peoples’ civil rights, such as Rosa Parks, who refused to give her seat to a white man in a segregated bus and
Janie’s first discovery about herself comes when she is a child. She is around the age of six when she realizes that she is colored. Janie’s confusion about her race is based on the reasoning that all her peers and the kids she grows up with are white. Janie and her Nanny live in the backyard of the white people that her Nanny works for. When Janie does not recognize herself on the picture that is taken by a photographer, the others find it funny and laughs, leaving Janie feeling humiliated. This racial discovery is not “social prejudice or personal meanness but affection” (Cooke 140). Janie is often teased at school because she lives with the white people and dresses better than the other colored kids. Even though the kids that tease her were all colored, this begins Janie’s experience to racial discrimination.
Those two events may seem like nothing but it shows how even at the early age of 8, children are taught to spot the differences in race instead of judging people by their character. Directing after this Twyla mentions how her and Roberta “looked like salt and pepper standing there and that’s what the other kids called us sometimes” (202). On the first page of this short story we already have 3 example of race dictating how the characters think and act. With the third one which mentions salt which is white and pepper which is black we understand that one girl is white and one girl is black. The brilliance of this story is that we never get a clear cut answer on which girl is which. Toni Morrison gives us clues and hints but never comes out and says it. This leaves it up to us to figure it out for ourselves. The next example of how race influences our characters is very telling. When Twyla’s mother and Roberta’s mother meeting we see not only race influencing the characters but, how the parents can pass it down to the next generation. This takes places when the mothers come to the orphanage for chapel and Twyla describes to the reader Roberta’s mother being “bigger than any man
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