When I was younger I never felt out of place. I was at ease with the amount of love which spread across the faces of many black people (friends, family, coworkers etc.) my mother kept me around. As I was growing up all I'd seen were people who looked like me. Whether it was at school or just walking around our neighborhood.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
Maya Angelou once said, “Your ancestors took the lash, the branding iron, humiliations and oppression because one day they believed you would come along to flesh out the dream.” I am a black woman who isn’t tragically cursed by the color of my skin but privileged to to understand the trials of my ancestors. Within the works of Lorraine Hansberry, Zora Hurston, and Alice Walker, I have learned that as a black woman I must never let my creative mind go to waste because of the great oppression my ancestors have faced. Coming to Spelman has made me go through many challenges and has helped me to think outside of the box. With just reading the works of these creative black women and going in depth of these works has taught me lessons of how to appreciate my ancestry, to continue the dream, and never be afraid to take that jump with the knowledge that I am given.
The Civil War changed Americans and slavery in many ways. The war came with a cost. Over 620,000 people died from the union or confederacy. People lost many family members. They realized that they could have figured out another way to solve their differences.
In the book Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry by Mildred Taylor, 9 year old Cassie Logan lives with her family in 1933 Mississippi. In chapter 5, they go into a town called Strawberry to sell goods at the market. While in town Cassie shows her innocence, or rather her unawareness. The first example of Cassie’s innocence is when Cassie, Big Ma, T.J. and, Stacey first arrive.
My parents are from the same race, African-American. My Dad grew up on the Eastside of Detroit and my Mom grew up on the Westside of Detroit. Everyone on my Dad’s side of the family is Black, however, on my Mom’s side, her mom is Black and her Dad is White. She’s the oldest of three and her younger siblings are White, giving me three White cousins.
The small town that I am from in North Carolina is predominantly white. And when I say predominantly white, I mean near ninety percent (NorthCarolina.com. N.p., n.d. Web). While growing up, it was common to be referred to as “that black girl.” It did not take a toll on my self-esteem until I started becoming aware of the negative connotation people were using in order to label me.
African American Studies was a great experience. Has opened my eyes to my surrounding and the world around me. This course with Dr. Sheba Lo, was something out of me confront zone. I learned so many things from race to cultural to the importance aspect of African American. We are isolated to an environment that hide so much history that we all don’t think they are important to who we have become.
I’m a white race male. I believe being white I have lived a life in the majority view of this country. I had very little contact with people of color my childhood life. I also believe that I am white privileged so it makes it hard for me to understand all the struggles for minority Americans. I realize that my connection with the majority of America places me in a position of power, I should use to help others.
The status quo is something to be admired when you’re at the top of it’s food chain. The lines drawn to keep my skin and that of the white man’s skin is nothing but a control factor. Both races know that we’re not being contained like we have a disease, yet the white population’s movements and procedures say otherwise. The thin line that separates our lunch room acts as a glass window, separating a patient terminally ill, and a bystander walking by acknowledging that pain, but not sympathizing unless it’s their loved one in their. If you eat the food I’m eating on, you’re not going to catch anything.