There was a time where I was both courageous and cowardly. If I could go back in time, I would spit facts towards the teacher. But being seven or eight at the time, I rebelled the best way I could.
Timidly, I grip the edges of my seat. My legs were not yet long enough to touch the ground. The tables were high, I would have to prop my head on the table to be able to write. I sat in class and watched as a teacher talked about immigration policies. At that time I did not understand what he was saying, I just knew that he must be right. And yet, it did not feel that way. I just remember the way he said it- the way he said ‘Illegal Immigrants’ while looking right at me. I did not know how to explain what I was feeling, but I knew it was a sign that I was different than the rest of my classmates. I was one of the few Latino students that had to take a bus to a different school, I was placed into that system by a test. I remember guessing in everything, and by chance, I got the majority of them right.
Sitting in a predominately white class I noticed that I had developed an inferiority complex. …show more content…
I knew he would send me to the principal’s office. I’ve been there a few times already. I just knew I much rather have detention than listen to the racist remarks. I wish I could have said more. I wish at that time, I could have questioned him. Why are there so many immigrants in the US? Weren’t your grandparent's immigrants? It’s beside the point that I am actually a U.S born citizen, and my mother is a refugee from El Salvador, therefore has a permanent resident card, and in the next month, she will be a citizen. But rather because of my heritage, and my poor ragged clothes that he judged me as a criminal, which is what he called the “ Illegal Aliens.” But in fact, I wish I could say that they deserve to be here as much as all citizens do. I vowed I would never keep silent about injustices that happen to me or
Timidly, I grip the edges of my seat. My legs were not yet long enough to touch the ground. The tables were high, I would have to prop my head on the table to be able to write. I sat in class and watched as a teacher talked about immigration policies. At that time I did not understand what he was saying, I just knew that he must be right. And yet, it did not feel that way. I just remember the way he said it- the way he said ‘Illegal Immigrants’ while looking right at me. I did not know how to explain what I was feeling, but I knew it was a sign that I was different than the rest of my classmates. I was one of the few Latino students that had to take a bus to a different school, I was placed into that system by a test. I remember guessing in everything, and by chance, I got the majority of them right.
Sitting in a predominately white class I noticed that I had developed an inferiority complex. …show more content…
I knew he would send me to the principal’s office. I’ve been there a few times already. I just knew I much rather have detention than listen to the racist remarks. I wish I could have said more. I wish at that time, I could have questioned him. Why are there so many immigrants in the US? Weren’t your grandparent's immigrants? It’s beside the point that I am actually a U.S born citizen, and my mother is a refugee from El Salvador, therefore has a permanent resident card, and in the next month, she will be a citizen. But rather because of my heritage, and my poor ragged clothes that he judged me as a criminal, which is what he called the “ Illegal Aliens.” But in fact, I wish I could say that they deserve to be here as much as all citizens do. I vowed I would never keep silent about injustices that happen to me or