The story of Homer Plessy, is about a man who found guilty for sitting in a white section of a railroad car. This had taken place in 1892, a time when human beings were still separated based on the color of their skin. Plessy had claimed to be only one-eighth black and simply thought that he belonged in the white area of the car. When he was told to leave, he confidently refused which caused him to be guilty. Reading this story had brought out so many thoughts that I really feel passionately about. The first being that there is a massive difference between society in the time he was living versus the life I'm living today. In the life of Plessy and millions of others, they live a life where people constantly judge them on who they
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All my life I grew up knowing that I was born in another country, but I never thought of it as a negative factor to who I was. I started to become more aware of my own race as I grew up. I specifically remember 7th grade Humanities when we had started reading a book, American Born Chinese. In the book, it showed many racial stereotypes that were directed toward Asians. Throughout that unit, I became much more aware of how people could have seen me, which made me feel like I was associated with the name of the race and that was a bad thing. I know what it’s like to have racial comments directed at me, and it’s not a good feeling, because when comments are made like that it’s never made to boost yourself esteem, it’s really a intensional mean act that is meant to put you down. I will never be able to change who I am and even though I’m still very sensitive when someone mentions my race or the many people who are like me, I’m not as hurt by it because I’m different and unique and I am happy to be who I am. Looking back in Plessy’s shoes I still can’t imagine how dreadful it must have
All my life I grew up knowing that I was born in another country, but I never thought of it as a negative factor to who I was. I started to become more aware of my own race as I grew up. I specifically remember 7th grade Humanities when we had started reading a book, American Born Chinese. In the book, it showed many racial stereotypes that were directed toward Asians. Throughout that unit, I became much more aware of how people could have seen me, which made me feel like I was associated with the name of the race and that was a bad thing. I know what it’s like to have racial comments directed at me, and it’s not a good feeling, because when comments are made like that it’s never made to boost yourself esteem, it’s really a intensional mean act that is meant to put you down. I will never be able to change who I am and even though I’m still very sensitive when someone mentions my race or the many people who are like me, I’m not as hurt by it because I’m different and unique and I am happy to be who I am. Looking back in Plessy’s shoes I still can’t imagine how dreadful it must have