If you are Hispanic, you may have heard comments such as, “Wow, you speak so well… You are not like them… You are really smart… OR You are different and they will really like you.” You might even be asked repeatedly where you are from if your first answer is a city or state in the U.S. The take away messages from these simple statements are clear for many of us. You are not acting like those Hispanics who don’t quite behave like the “norm” – which essentially is referring to White Anglo-American. After experiencing a microaggression, you might wonder, “Were are they giving me a compliment or telling me that people from my culture are less than” or “Were they really curious about where I live or were they telling me that I don’t belong – that…
Words are powerful. They can harmless or harmful at the same time. People have to use words wisely. As an Asian, I’ve never experience people calls me “FOB” in China until I moved to America when I was 13 years old. I remembered that the first time I walked into the school; I was very nervous and excited at that time. As I walked past the classroom’s window, I heard people laughing and giggling at me while I was waving my hand at them. The school principal had led me into a classroom. I still remember that the classroom was as quiet as a graveyard. When I was sitting in…
As I entered homeroom, I noticed I was the only latina present and that there was only one other person of color. At first this did not bug me, but as the week went by, I realized that we were the only two non-white students in the whole middle school. This made me feel very out of place, because I had never been the only Latina at a school, so I did anything I could to fit in. I was willing to let people make me their own personal dictionary, for inappropriate language, or to translate their readings. As a person of color, I was always taught to put others before me or else I would be seen as rude and uneducated, so I complied. Throughout my life, I have witnessed that many upper class citizens take their privilege for granted; they do not…
Who is an outsider or an outcast? Do you know how an outsider or an outcast feels? Have you ever been to a different country, or got taunted on how you dress, or ever been rejected from a particular group? Is the experience of being an outsider universal? There are a lot of questions that come up when you think about being an outsider. An outsider or an outcast is a person goes against the values of other people. A loner for example. A loner is rejected by their peers. They are isolated because they are strange or different than the others. To understand the concept of this, the memoir called “By Any Other Name” from Gifts of Passage, is an excellent example.…
Andy, I know I’m always reminded that whenever I go to a new branch I needed to get to know the team first, and observe everything and make a mental note of what’s working and what’s not before embarking on new challenges. I do believe in the phrase, though, ‘if it’s not broken, don’t try to fix it.’ It sounds like the new GM needed to fit in first before presenting her ‘wonderful’ plan. In addition, she lacked the important characteristics of ‘openness, candor, informality, and closure.’ It seemed as though, it was either her way or the highway.…
Outsiders are a very common theme in the novel Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. Many characters show traits of an outsider. John is one character who fits the bill. He is the ultimate outsider. Other outsiders in the book are Bernard and Linda. All of these characters have traits that make it difficult for them to “fit in” to the society of the New World. They don’t fit in a conforming society. These three characters are perfect examples of outsiders in Brave New World.…
When I was 13, I had to go through a transition that tested my character tremendously. Let’s rewind to my seventh grade year, which was four years ago. Talk was going around the little private school I attended in Ardmore, Oklahoma that my family was moving away. I had not heard anything about this, I had no idea what anyone was talking about, and I was definitely not happy with being the subject of everyone’s gossip. I heard stories about where and why my family was moving that you would not believe. I recall one girl who said that my family of five was moving to Australia because my dad was a Mexican immigrant who was running from the government. If you knew anything about me, you would know that story was completely bologna; my dad was not Mexican, he was the whitest white boy you could ever lay eyes upon, we were not running from the government, and we were definitely not moving to Australia. Eventually, I found out the rumors of us moving were true. We were moving to Durant, Oklahoma at the end of my seventh grade year.…
At a certain point, I had enough. I was not welcomed, wasn't love. This toxicity has left me bitter and I dread coming to class for another day of feeling hated. What kept me going was Spanish knowing a second language is a blessing and I should be grateful for it. I showed my gift in participating in class and knowing my value, but that's when hatred started to grow even more. “ Stop showing off you already know Spanish? Big deal just leaves to your country “ they said. I believe that problem is that certain human beings that racism is actively calling someone anything, but you can think it and you can see yourself as superior and really ...Racism is being aware that individuals are part of a structure and not doing anything about. The human race is powerful all human beings are created in the image and likeness of God. Realizing that God made me different I was optimistic about it. However, what made me think is that certain individuals are not as “educate” only because I look a certain way does not mean I was born there. I'm a proud American citizen, but in heart and mind, I'm honored to be Hispanic that will never change.…
When I was younger I went to an elementary school in a very urban area. Most of my classmates where non-white children who lived in apartments or nearby projects. I also had friends who grew up in houses their families owned, these kids were white. I was not a shy child so I made a lot of friends of different social statuses. After class I would often go to friends homes to do homework or play. Most of my close friends grew up in apartments or small homes much like I did. The rest of them grew up in housing projects nearby the school, this is when I got my first sense of privilege. At first it was a strange environment but something I got use too after spending considerable amounts of time playing with friends there. I didn’t really notice the privileges my race gave me until middle school, this was also the same time I starting being labeled as the white kid, and I also started to see what separated me and my other groups of friends.…
Insiders tend to make it difficult for outsiders to come by pointing out their lack of formal education on the subject. They also make it much tougher for them to get their work out there for others to read and when they do, its quickly shut down. Most insiders only support each and will not typically anyone new. They do this out of fear because the outsiders might destroy their system. For example, by encouraging that research endorses a certain medication than everyone wins. The company that makes the medication will fund the research and they are able to publish them discovers. Then, the company can make money by selling their medicine that now has “research”, that has been swayed, endorsing the product. Society needs other people besides…
When I was fifteen years old years old, my mom told me that we were going to go to America and asked me if I wanted to go or not. America was always an interesting and strange place to me. Because my family always told me how great America is, they said that I can have a whole new life there. The conversation about America did make me feel willing to go. And I started to think about the life afterward. America is a country full of opportunity and it can provide a better living quality and better education. However, if I go to America, I would leave my family, friends, delicious food and culture behind and go to a strange place and become an outsider to learn things all over again. After long time of thinking, I decided to…
When I first came to the Margarita Muñiz Academy in the 9th grade, it was hard adjusting to a school where 94% of the students were Hispanic and with literally less than 6% of the school being black. I would walk down the halls and be called racial slurs because I was black. I could feel the tension between the two races and it also made me feel angry that I came from a family that’s racially diverse. Having a Black American mom and a Jamaican dad, and coming from a Middle school that was…
every society has its own rules or norms which govern the way it expects ist members to conform…
In school, I was never treated the same, maybe it was because I was half white in a predominately black school, or maybe it was because I was a little quirky and weird as a kid; in effect, early on I was casted out due to “differences”.…
As a child, I did not get to have many experiences dealing with racist situations, because I lived in such a “white” town that I just did not get to see that many types of different people. I grew up in the relatively small town of Ivyland in the suburbs of Philadelphia. The area is very rural with lots of farmlands, large houses, and overall is a very conservative place. I lived in the same house for all 18 years of my life, and my family never took my and my siblings many places. My father is very protective, and I would always have to tell him every place I was at every moment of time so that he did not have to worry where I was or who I was with. As I was growing up, I did not know much about the people that were not in my area. I heard that the city was different, but we really never went there and my parents only told me that it was a dangerous and scary place. This applied especially since all the kids that went to my school were white, and we were just used to it. We saw differences in each other and there were different groups of kids, but over all, we were all essentially the same. That’s why when there was a new kid in our school, no one knew how to react at first because of how much different he was.…