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. But to those people, I was Black because I was simply not white. However, when I was compared to other black people from different schools, I was not Black. If I received a dollar for every time someone told me I was a White girl trapped inside of a Black girl body, I would be sitting on bills today. At first I would go along with it because I was afraid to engage
At the time, I was not able to see how my background necessarily affected me. However, as I transitioned from a child to a young adult my eyes began to open. Living everyday life and being stereotyped because of the color of my skin and the place I reside. I became ashamed of who I was and began to alienate myself from those around me. I was afraid I would become that black girl who dropped out of high school or got pregnant at a young age.
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.
I came from a very small rural school in Iowa. We had one boy with darker skin in our class. Whenever we had discussions about slavery, discrimination, or African Americans, no one wanted to talk. We didn’t want to upset him, act like we were better than him, or feel sorry for him. We really had no clue what to do.
So I just decided not to. My first year was rough, I had a lot of bullies, they didn’t like that I was trans, they scared of me, and hated. I didn’t understand it and tried it alone, but it got nowhere. By sophomore year I had changed the way I did things, I built a support system, and I defeated what was keeping me down. I wanted to help other kids like me, so I founded my schools first independent
In my household to say you were black was unspoken, many things we different. I was prejudice against within my own race of people, the mannerism I had such as speaking was very articulate, while I lived in a very well developed suburban area. Both of my parents, were educated and had very well paying jobs. I really didn’t know what is was like to be black until I became
When i was a child, I wasn’t the smartest, or the most popular in school. I was always made fun of because of skin color. My teachers did not like me, but I had many influences from my parents, and my siblings. As my life continued, I made it to the negro leagues, which I did not like, because I thought I was as good as everyone else in the MLB. Once I got into the MLB, I was threatened by my teammates and other teams.
Even in interracial environments such as schools, that interracial contact with whites did not negatively affect Blacks’ self-esteem. The above findings are especially pertinent to the study of African American women and self-esteem. Black women were once predicted to have low self-esteem because scholars thought they internalized demeaning messages of themselves and measured themselves against a white
People of color who grow up in America believe that their race/culture is not important because they are ashamed of there culture. People of color try to hide who they really are to fit into other races. This relates to me, because I am arabic and not a lot of people like arabs because they think i am a terrorist and i am going to bomb them. Growing up in America as a boy of another race I sometimes feel I like i want to change my race and i feel ashamed that feel that way about my race/culture.
Due to the standards set by the media, I felt as if I could never be pretty. As I got older, I began to appreciate my skin and body more. I began to understand that not everyone is perfect and that the people displayed by the media aren’t an accurate representation of an average person. I realized that it doesn't matter what other people think of my appearance. I recognized that as long as I was happy with my image, no one else’s opinion mattered.
Conversely, when I transferred schools for my sophomore year, it was as diverse as New York City. Unlike my first school located near the city, this new school was pinpointed right in the middle of the suburbs. I finally felt like I belonged there, yet again I naturally felt lost in a sea of people. Just like my freshman year, everyone in my grade actually knew one another. Instead of ignoring me, my peers knew that I was a newbie in the school, so a lot of them ventured out of their way to get to know me.
People were speeding by, and with my mother in the car, he got worried. The only person to stop and help them was a black man. That story was what influenced my view of other races, more so than my high school.” When I asked if their experiences changed the way they viewed education, they both said no. “We had all sorts. There was even a guy who used to come to school on heroine, but all of the kids at my high school had every bit the same opportunity I did.
One of Tatum’s points in her essay “Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria” is understanding racial identity development. As black children are growing up, they start to experience things other white kids do not. As little girls start to grow up, they start to compare themselves to other girls, particularly white girls. Tatum states that, “When their White friends start to date, they do not. The issues of emerging sexuality and societal messages about who is sexually desirable leave young black women in a very devalued position” (378).
In the poem “ What it is like to be a black girl”, Patrica Smith uses metaphorical language to show us how young black girls are being judge in society based on stereotypes . It’s describing how she wants to change and become like other people in the racial society because she’s having a hard time accepting who she is.
I think that this activity gave me the extra push I needed because over Thanksgiving break I spoke up to one of my family members for the first time ever when they said something negative about Black people. I know that I still have an incredible amount of progress to make, and that it is something that I should have been doing all along, but I am still glad that I finally made a step in the right direction.