MY EXPERIENCE AS AN AFRICAN IN AMERICA
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.
I always assumed that black to black racism did not exist but to my utmost shock, it does exist. I realize now that it goes beyond being a part of the same race. It is about your skin tone, accent, culture, education etc. the black people I have encountered so far in the US at Philander Smith College have been nothing short of ignorant and racist.
I remember being at the school's bistro one Wednesday afternoon waiting in line to get food. I was extremely hungry as I had a long day
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And believe it or not some still have the notion that Africa is a country and not a continent, how redundant can things get? They make the assumption that since I am from Africa I shouldn't be able to dress properly, like the time a girl asked how I learned to dress so fashionably being that I am from Africa. It has really been an unpleasant few months here.
The experiences I have had in America have made me see black Americans as ignorant. They should get better educated so that they will not offend other people with their unlearned questions. Questions that obviously stems from their misconceptions about Africa and how Africans there live. Africa is a continent with 54 countries and everyone from those countries are educated and so speak fluent English and dress well just like every other educated person in the world. I have only spent three months here so I sincerely hope it gets better than
When filling out a questionnaire, it is only a matter of time before I come across the predictable: what is your race/ethnicity? I do not have to think long nor hard about my answer. In fact, I do not hesitate to pencil in African American. Why is that? It could very well be that at a glance my skin tone and accent is enough for people to quickly label me as such thus reaffirming my identity.
In Chapter 1 and 2 of “Creating Black Americans,” author Nell Irvin Painter addresses an imperative issue in which African history and the lives of Africans are often dismissed (2) and continue to be perceived in a negative light (1). This book gives the author the chance to revive the history of Africa, being this a sacred place to provide readers with a “history of their own.” (Painter 4) The issue that Africans were depicted in a negative light impacted various artworks and educational settings in the 19th and early 20th century. For instance, in educational settings, many students were exposed to the Eurocentric Western learning which its depiction of Africa were not only biased, but racist as well.
Peter Schroeder Dr. Christopher Marshall Modern United States History 2/2/17 Writing Assignment 1: The African-American Experience with Reconstruction Reconstruction among the south refers to the point in time which the United States was attempting to establish a relationship between the union and the rebels. The Union had won the civil war, so the next step was to begin to mend the broken relationship between the north and the south. Though historians cannot agree on when it began, there is merit in saying that it started before the end of the Civil War. After victory, had been solidified for the Union, attention of President Lincoln turned towards reconstruction.
A Female Black Settler’s Life My master abuses me, and never allows me to be with my children. I desperately need to get away from my master. I plan to soon take my children and run to Canada. Hopefully he does not catch me as I am running away to Upper Canada.
When most races hear the words African American, negative thoughts rush to their brains. But why? Africans Americans have been perceived as negative characters to other races for decades. Individuals often forget large amount of blacks have been successful in life and still are accomplishing many things. Today, we live in a world where the bad outweighs the good. Because of this, many individuals of different races lack the knowledge that many blacks are actually achievers instead of failures.
My childhood was bound with questions of why. Why can 't I stay out late? Why can 't I wear that?
Every human being belongs to a specific type of race or possibly multiple races depending on his/her background. As a population, society views their fellow citizens according to their certain race. For some, culture and traditions of their own race means everything to them and these people are proud of who they are and where they come from. However, for some races their background and pride carries burdens.
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.
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.
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.
Many people come across roadblocks through their journey of life. I know I've had my fair share of them. The biggest bump in my academic life was changing it completely upside down. Growing up african American or with any skin that holds the slightest of pigment is not easy, but that's obvious due to our nation's past. Racism and stereotypeing has always been there.
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.
Different cultures have always been something that brought a large amount of interest to me. Learning the way of life about someone else allows me to have an open mind and enables me to accept others, regardless if they are different. The Ethnic experience that I chose to do was a face to face interview with a close friend that I was given the chance to meet here at The Fort Valley State University. The person I interviewed was Olamikunle Onikosi, Ola (As we know him). The interview ran for about an hour and it was conducted using the question and answer technique.
My legs got wobbly as everything began to spin and the next thing I knew I was falling to the ground. Starting cross-country my senior year was terrifying, but I am so grateful I did because this moment during my first race taught me a lot about my strength and persistence when I am tested with any type of challenge. It has allowed me to overcome anything I may face not only in running but in all aspects of my life. My senior year I switched from the Orange County School of the Arts to Edison High School and joined the cross-country team. I started training with the team over the summer.
When I was younger, I used to be so mad that I was African; everyone used to make fun of me. It all started when my “friend” Keyonna came over to my house one day doing a group project. She found out I was African she said “Ew you’re African” I said yes. She continued to insult me, saying that Africans stinks and they’re ugly. That moment I asked myself why am I African?