Personal Narrative: Make America White Again

The world is filled with people, and like snowflakes, each person is not the same as another. Each person identifies with different aspects of their lives to create their own personal identities. I personally identify with my Italian side of my family to help form who I am today. I have found myself connecting with this side more so than the other parts of my identity. It affects how I live my life by becoming the center to the culture surrounding me. However, my ethnic identity as an Italian American also influences how I live when it comes to my religion, and how my religion affects my life alongside my ethnicity. I will expand on this issue on how I express my ethnic and religious identity in regards to each other.

I grew up in a small town in Mississippi in a neighborhood about a five-minute walk from the Mississippi River. I spent the majority of my younger years growing up within this southern bubble. This place that I still call home and my experiences here helped to create the person that I am today. In my neighborhood in Greenville, MS we didn’t have much to do but staying out of trouble was the motive. Even when thinking of the activities to do they were pretty limited but that’s what caused for us to become creative. Kids in my neighborhood took joy in just running, playing sports, working out, or skipping rocks. Besides being born in such a unique place I must give create to the people who have made me who I am.

Challenges are events that are used to change you for the better should you choose it accept it. The challenges I have faced wasn’t a matter of choice but of something that I have no control over. Some people will tell you it’s a burden, some say it’s an entitlement or free ride. Science says it’s just having a high amount of melatonin due to geographical location for survival. To me though, being black probably one of the biggest challenges a human can have in America at least I find it terribly perplexing. I say this because of what is portrayed in the media, the people I have been raised with, and racism itself in the black community. Keep in mind that this is from my own personal experiences and perspective so everything I say is just applies from my point of

When the roll is called up yonder is being chanted by thousands of mouths all packed into a stadium like building. Some people raise their hands in the air swaying back and forth. One man in the audience is playing a saxophone and he bumps into several people as he honks out a sweet simple tune. But few people take notice of the saxophonist because they are fixed on the man leading the ceremony. He stands in the middle of the stadium pacing to and fro his head adorned by a red baseball cap with his slogan printed on the middle. Make America Great Again it

Every individual attains an innate desire to be something great and to form our mark in the world we live. This desire is displayed in our dreams, our child-like dreams of changing the world and I am no different. When I was little, people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. For six years my response never changed, with my chest puffed out, I would boldly state, “I’m going to be the first black president of the United States!” Then on November 4th, 2008 Barrack Obama stole my dream and was elected the 44th president. It would be a year later that I would meet the man, I was unable to reprimand him for his, what I at the time considered, thievery. Since obliteration of my goal in life, I made a new goal for high school. I would be Freshman Student Council President! However, in response to careful consideration of my popularity level, I quickly reconstructed my goal. I would be Freshman Student Council Vice-President!

As a black female, I feel as if it is an obligation of mine for me to truly understand what it means to be a minority in America. To prosper, we must know our roots. However, I am exposed to the history even less than the average amount because my family is not from America. My parents merely came to America knowing nothing about it except that it is the land of absolute freedom where dreams can come true. Growing up, I believed this concept adamantly, after hearing my father’s stories of his journey repeatedly. Being a refugee and living in a dictatorship as well as a constant warzone, America sounded like heaven. Nothing could compare to the hardships that the citizens of Eritrea faced to the amount of opportunities than America can give to a person.

Remember a time when I first discovered that the world was stranger as I was a baby hearing noises and seeing objects for the very first time. As a child growing up I began to understand the use of the noise and the functions of the objects. I notice the world was strange by the different colors and patterns while looking outside. The world seems strange with the different races, height, and sizes of the different race. It 's seem strange that people of different races spoke and wrote in different languages.

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. Any notions one may have of using the same facilities of colored men is not that of health concern, but that of social suicide.

When I first joined the Navy in 1994, we had a few guys that supported the white supremacy ideology and they were kicked out. At that time I began to have a little faith in serving and being an American. As the years went by my faith in serving and being an American slowly faded away. Because you could see the racist ideology began to form and now it has come to a head because of our President (#45). But after all the hatred we are experiencing in this world today, God’s love will overcome and we have the VICTORY as long as we stay in the word of GOD. Proverbs 10:12, Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs. You it’s really sad to see how people are misled in the lies of #45, and it hurt to see our people supporting his lies…all

Arriving in the US three months ago I honestly thought it would be easy to introduce myself as African and be understood and accepted. I said to myself "they are black just like you so what is the worse that could happen?" But the experiences I have had so far have made me realize that life in the US is not all that it is made out to be.

In 1821, the New York state constitutional convention elevated the requisite for blacks to $250, effectively depriving virtually all New York blacks of the capability to vote. By 1860, blacks could now vote on the same foundation as whites in just five New England states alone. The downside to this good news was that this region only held 4 percent of the entire nation's free black population. Before, blacks were considered potential members of the political nation, but now being a part of the body politic was progressively being separated by race. Now, no blacks had full equality in front of the law, and they were denied from schools, militia, and other public institutions. As a result, the new line between the American men with political

This poem being from 1951 verbalizes the internal struggle of a black college student. During this time period it was socially acceptable to think the color of a person’s skin could dictate a person’s interests. He internally battles with the idea of identifying with a white man and how his white professor will be forced to identify with him after reading his paper. The poem also depicts the struggles of all college students of any time period. While he specifically mentions his struggles as a black man some of these struggles are also reflections of how most students don’t identify with their professors. The timeless part of his poem is that although people have their differences we are all connected in some way through the universe due to

“America is a melting pot.” This metaphor is often used to describe America’s strong diversity for there is hardly anyone in this country who is purely one nationality. I am a person who has ancestors from many locations. After interviewing some of my family and doing lots of researching, I have learned that I am very diverse. I am 1/8 Greek, Sioux, Irish, French-Canadian and Hungarian; 1/16 Croatian and Slovakian; and 1/4 Italian. How did that all come together? Well, that is another story.

Sports were never my forte. I tried everything, from soccer to softball, with no luck being “good” by my definition or anyone else's.

I thought I knew what it meant to be equal. I thought I knew what it meant to have equal rights. I genuinely believed that everyone in this country was equal to one another. I know now that that is not the truth. I learned that I have more privilege over others because I am of the middle-class, I am getting an education, and I am white.