This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, atau disrespect anyone.
I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.
Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated in a cycle far too wide, and deep for me to put one name to it.
Casually Used Racism.
Casually Used Racism, is the racism that we see and use every day. It may not even come to our attention that, that is what we're doing. For a fictitious example, "Harold George, a black astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
Reader, anda may ask me what is wrong with the sentence written above. That's where the "casual" of this problem shows its head. That sentence is an example of sentences we run into every day. That sentence represents how we communicate to one another. That sentence is racist. It is a needless part of such a sentence to have it mention "a black...". If one were to take out that huraian the sentence becomes, "Harold George, an astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
The change in this sentence still gives the reader the information they need.
anda see, we are programmed to think of black people as, "less than," due to the perceived difference in educational prospects. The quality and quantity of education was less than other's education, but that doesn't mean the black people's intelligence was. Therefore, An astronaut who is black, will have their race mentioned regardless of the importance of such a fact. Now lets switch things, "Harold George, a white astronaut from Ohio, will be teaching Aerodynamics at the local university". Doesn't that sound a bit ridiculous?
Doesn't that sound unnecessary to described the race of the person ?
We individuals perpetuate this problem sejak not recognizing,(or not trying) the fact that we have the power to change this level of racism. As each person chooses to see others as not particularly special, because of their accomplishments while being chained to their race, but rather they're special because of their accomplishments, period.
seterusnya Parts of the artikel to be written...
Faux Positive Racism (Asians are smart. Black people can dance. white people are lebih peaceful than others)
Inactive Racism(Listen I didn't make the rules. It is what it is. What can I do? [housing market])
Deflected Racism(Well that's them over there, not me. I don't think like that)
I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.
Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes physical pain for others, but the racism that is perpetuated in a cycle far too wide, and deep for me to put one name to it.
Casually Used Racism.
Casually Used Racism, is the racism that we see and use every day. It may not even come to our attention that, that is what we're doing. For a fictitious example, "Harold George, a black astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
Reader, anda may ask me what is wrong with the sentence written above. That's where the "casual" of this problem shows its head. That sentence is an example of sentences we run into every day. That sentence represents how we communicate to one another. That sentence is racist. It is a needless part of such a sentence to have it mention "a black...". If one were to take out that huraian the sentence becomes, "Harold George, an astronaut from Ohio, will begin teaching Aerodynamics at the local university".
The change in this sentence still gives the reader the information they need.
anda see, we are programmed to think of black people as, "less than," due to the perceived difference in educational prospects. The quality and quantity of education was less than other's education, but that doesn't mean the black people's intelligence was. Therefore, An astronaut who is black, will have their race mentioned regardless of the importance of such a fact. Now lets switch things, "Harold George, a white astronaut from Ohio, will be teaching Aerodynamics at the local university". Doesn't that sound a bit ridiculous?
Doesn't that sound unnecessary to described the race of the person ?
We individuals perpetuate this problem sejak not recognizing,(or not trying) the fact that we have the power to change this level of racism. As each person chooses to see others as not particularly special, because of their accomplishments while being chained to their race, but rather they're special because of their accomplishments, period.
seterusnya Parts of the artikel to be written...
Faux Positive Racism (Asians are smart. Black people can dance. white people are lebih peaceful than others)
Inactive Racism(Listen I didn't make the rules. It is what it is. What can I do? [housing market])
Deflected Racism(Well that's them over there, not me. I don't think like that)
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded sejak my thoughts, but no people. sejak my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat sejak me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded sejak my thoughts, but no people. sejak my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat sejak me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy hari ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven sejak two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted sejak Serigala ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
atau have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .