Personal Narrative: My First Racist

Growing up in a family where my mom was a doctor and my dad was a musician, I was exposed to a lots of things in my life. For example I was able to see Broadway plays and and go on family trips to Disney every year in the winter. A lot of people would say I was very fortunate to be one of the family where I knew both my parents and they did there best to give me a lot of life experiences. But me being an African-American male it seems like I not supposed to how do experiences, I was supposed to not know my father not to be able to go on these trips with my family.

In the past I have struggled with my biracial identity. As a child I was confused about which community I belonged in because I am a mix of Navajo and Caucasian. As I got older, I began to question myself and who I was. I felt like I did not belong to either the Native or Caucasian community because in both groups I felt like someone else. I felt as if I had to live two lives that were completely separated.

Heaved I ever experience racism? How did it make me feel? Yes, I have experience racism. It was not the best feeling ever it made me feel like crap. It’s funny how people make you feel if you’re a different race.

I am a white ally. People say that it’s a bad thing, but how is supporting a cause bad? That is exactly what I was thinking when I went to my very first sit-in. I had attended many meetings about what our next move will be, but I’ve never actually done something, only because of the fear of what would happen to me and my family. I’ve finally mustered up enough courage to attend to one.

Racism is all over the world and Baldwin father in Notes of a Native Son and him hold it inside for bitterness. Lamar who made the song “Alright” was using violence and drugs to fight off the racism. Baldwin say about his father, “I could see him sitting at the window, locked up in his terror; hating and fearing every living soul including his children who betrayed him. ”(Baldwin 590). This shows that Baldwin father holds that bitterness inside him and lets it out on people who might not know him.

In this society, many judgements are made about people from different backgrounds. This causes many problems between people of other races. Racism can be shown in multiple ways such as by using overt and covert racism. In the two stories “The Stolen Party” by Liliana Hecker and “So What Are You, Anyway?” by Lawrence Hill, there are many examples of racist stereotypes.

Just twenty more minutes Jordan, twenty more minutes of this damn class and you 're home free for the weekend. I glance at the clock and sigh inwardly as I realize that not even a minute has passed since I last checked it. Can Mr. Suttles not make this class more interesting? I swear he does his best to make us suffer.

Race, ethnicity, language, and religion are all factors in how we categorize and divide people, yet distract from the fact that we are all human. I never looked like everyone else. I don’t even resemble the appearance of my own family. Having been born into an interracial family, I’m caught between two cultures, embracing the language, the food, the values, and the practices that each bring. Born of a Filipino mother and Mexican father, I never found that I belonged to specific group.

The next morning could 've gone better in retrospect. I woke up to an alarm ringing feverishly in my ear. When I sluggishly smacked it, rather than it successfully turning off, it fell of my desk, hit the floor, and continued ringing, just as loud, if not louder. I looked to the ceiling in disdain. Following the rude awakening was the realization I would have to go to school.

This morning was the same as every other uneventful morning since the world turned upside down and no one seemed to notice but me. I roll over to take a glance at the clock, 6:44am. My alarm would be going off in one minute, and I already dreaded the bleeding sound it was going to bring. I smack the top button the second it begins to shake, and I drag myself out of bed. As I head to the kitchen to brew some coffee and make my usual breakfast I call for Ace, my hyper border collie.

I've been In the hospital for 6 months now and it’s been horrible because all I do is sit in a bed and do nothing it’s also because they treat me bad because i'm black and most of them thing that I killed Jim bar lee. But on the bright side I got a enterny so one’s i’m all better i’m going to court and proving that I didn't kill him but it will be tuf.

Racism never dies out it goes through a new generation every time. It dies out in old generations and new or young progressively take their place everytime. In 2010 the commission reported that africans Americans receive 10% longer sentences than whites for the exactly same crimes.racism actually never dies,it 's never gonna die,it 's gonna be here forever.we try to make progress to stop it but it will never stop it will keep going forever.

I took a deep breath as I heard the alarm go off. I groaned and opened my eyes, absentmindedly stared at the clock on my bedside table that said Mon, 07:00 am. It took me a while to snap out and I lazily stretched my whole body before sitting up and brood over once more. I thought to myself, summer was not that bad. I climbed out of bed at exactly 07.05 and head straight to the bathroom.

By the end of the year and I was a lazy, not caring mess. I’m not proud to admit that I had a sulky attitude towards school in eighth grade and stopped doing my homework in my class. At least I was able to learn from my mistakes, because for me, school isn’t easy. I don’t think I will ever forget the lesson I learned that year being that a wave of impact to my grade and myself.

I arrived at home at around 3:00pm on Friday, January 20th. While waiting for my dad to get home from work, I decided to start my homework, since he doesn’t get home until 5:00pm. When he got home, he took a shower then got ready to answer a couple questions. My dad and I don’t have a very close relationship