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.
Once, I had to move from a very diverse neighborhood in Chicago to a much less diverse suburban neighborhood of Cincinnati, Ohio. Although it had only been six months since I arrived to Chicago, the diverse makeup of the community prevented me from feeling like I was a minority. However my new neighborhood, and thus my new school, was not as diverse. In fact, I was one of the handful foreign students of the school. Moreover, due to the fact that the students did not have a chance to interact with other cultures, I was able to feel the xenophobic attitudes that others had against me.
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.
I am a free African American, but in a since I am not free. I am not a free person because I am not allowed to vote or speak out for myself and my country where I live in. I want to have rights, but I am not allowed to due to some circumstances. Even though I am a free African American, people are saying that there is no proof that I am a free African American. Also, when a white American captures me, I do not have proof that I was a free African American, and I will be sent into slavery.
America You are at your boyfriends house playing video games when the power goes out and lighting strikes, lighting up the dark shy. You jump and throw down your controller. You don 't do well during storms, you begin to shake and tears threaten to escape your eyes. ' 'Y/n, babe, it 's okay. Come here. ' '
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.
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.
It’s been one day with Donald Trump as the United States President Elect and the amount of fear flowing through our collective hearts is sickening. No human should have to fear for their life, but Americans especially should not have to fear. Our forefathers created a nation in order that we would not have to fear. But think of all those who have feared for their lives in America, all of the minorities in race, sexuality, and belief- all of those people who are in a nation that preaches protection and equality.
Growing up there were many time where things would happen but I was too young to realize it or even know what was happening. As time went passed thing got better and less noticeable but that is when things normally take a turn for the worse. But most people when looking at me would say he is African American but in reality yes I am partly African American
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.
Although I, my parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and previous generations were born in the United States; being an involuntary immigrant is something that has always crossed my mind since I was a young child. I always wondered what life would be like now if our ancestors were never taken from our home and brought to “America”, but what African American hasn’t. Growing up a young African American female with sickle cell anemia I’ve encountered several socio-cultural dynamic situations. As a child, my parents somewhat sheltered me from the reality and negativity of the world, partly because I would be too young to understand, and because they wanted me to make my own decisions. I went to an elementary school that was predominantly black,
Living in a place where you don’t know if stepping on your porch, or going to get your mail may be the last day of your life. I come from a very happy family but a very cruel world, everything that looks good is not good. Momma always told me no matter how bad a situation is I can drop to my knees and God will be there, and wherever I am his angels are always with me, so fear was rare. Often African Americans couples are not together, my mother and sisters father split up in the year of 2011. She was married to my sibling’s father for 17 years.
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.
Health Factors of a Caucasian-American Reflecting on the Caucasian-American culture required for me to first look into what my culture actually entails. In this paper I will discuss what elements of my culture are beneficial as well as detrimental to my health, the health disparities that my culture faces, what about my culture causes those disparities, and how society contributes to these disparities. Only upon this analysis of my culture and myself will I truly understand the health risks of being a Caucasian-American. The main benefit of being a Caucasian-American is that we have access to great medical care.
1933-Winter I had just finished gettin my beatin from mama after T.J. had framed me by throwing em dadgum cheat notes that he snatched at my house yesterday while he was ¨looking for his hat¨ in my lap. That chicken knew what he´d done and he was gonna pay for it. He bolted out o the school like it was on fire, not letting anything get in his way I pushed through the door and already knowing what I was gonna do to em asked where he went. Cassie, Christopher-John, Little Man, and Claude all waitin to see what was up, followed me to the only place T.J. went after school, the Wallace store. It was hard to concentrate with all the yelling and dancing at the Wallace store, until I spotted him fleeing out the back where I sped after em catching
