Racism: A Short Story

A perpetrator is a person who carries out a harmful, illegal, or immoral act, in this case immoral. We all have committed an act of the sort. It shouldn't be done, but sometimes we are oblivious to it. This is a story of when i was a perpetrator to one of the isms. The ism i chose to discuss in this story is racism. Racism is the prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior. I have done this, even though i'm not proud of it. My freshman year of high school, I came to school and saw Trump everywhere. Then i heard that a group of white boys did it. After hearing this, i got angry. I began to say things like, “Stupid white people.” I was blaming anyone …show more content…
I was in the sixth grade, so about 11 years old. We were in class one day, going around and saying what we wanted to be when we grew up. When we got to me, I said I wanted to be a teacher. When i was younger, that was what i wanted to be. I told the class and some kids began to laugh. I didn't know why they did so, so during recess, i asked my friend to go ask them why. I was scared to ask them for myself from the fear of what they would say to me. When my friend came back, she told me that what they said was dumb, that i didn't want to hear it. The kids who laughed at me when i said i wanted to be a teacher was a group of three white girls. My friend did not want to tell me what they said at first because she knew that it would hurt my feelings. I pressured her until she finally told me. She said, “They laughed because they don't think you can be a teacher.” I asked my friend why they thought that and she said, “It’s because you are Mexican and you do not look like they do.” I was upset. I was not accepting of myself and these girls did not help me in doing so. I reacted by doing my best to ignore the situation, but that made me feel worse. I felt like i did not want to be myself because of he color of my skin. This made me feel very insecure about my ethnicity and the color of my …show more content…
It took me a while to be as proud of myself as i am today. I did not think i would accomplish anything all because a group of girls said i couldn't do so, and it wasn't even to my face. As i began to get older, the only thing i wanted to do was prove them all wrong, because success is the best revenge. I no longer want to be a teacher, but i have chosen a career in which i still get to help children. I have grown from this situation and others similar to this because they improve my drive to want to do better. I still get affected when someone says something to me that is offensive, but they help me