We are living in the 21st century—where I have been accepted into a private college. Not only have I been accepted into a “private” college—I have been accepted into a “white private college”. At eighteen, I have already slain two negative stereotypes—so I would say momentum is on my side that would sweep the 95-96 Bulls. I graduated high school and have been accepted into a lesser known college(.-What that means) So yeah, my (iron or eye) sight is right on success. I’m on a lucrative road where progress burns all bridges previously crossed. I’m swimming against a tide of racism and evil. I’m in a constant battle with racism that manifests its bigotry with a smile. I live in an era where the pen replaces the noose. I live in an era where assumptions
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So maybe someone should call a sociologist because identity crisis is abundant on campus. Or do we as humans try to conform to another unconsciously? Tyrone is trying to be like Bob—while Bob is trying to be like Tyrone. I am not saying adopting a certain culture is wrong. Try to visualize Tom in Jerry’s position, or Bugs Bunny becomes the hunter and not the hunted. It is peculiar, right? Hard to even fathom, right? Will you be ridiculed and ostracized if you be yourself? Hiding who you are externally only spoils your soul. White people jokingly say, “stop white people” or “why does Tulane have so many white people?” Those two phrases have seemed to be uniform with all the white people I tend to meet. Maybe I am crazy and afraid to change and everyone else is normal. Why is it that when I see another black student, their eyes look at me in amazement to say, “I can’t believe I’m not alone”. Or when I see another black male automatically we nod our heads as to say, “WASSUP my brother!”. One of my white friends witnessed this and gasped saying, “do you even know him?”. I just smirked and looked at him and said, “it’s an ecumenical concept with us—black people— for some strange reason we speak whether we are close friends or complete strangers.” If only my eyes could record playable video I would show you some of the incubus glares; glares, I received from white counterparts on
So maybe someone should call a sociologist because identity crisis is abundant on campus. Or do we as humans try to conform to another unconsciously? Tyrone is trying to be like Bob—while Bob is trying to be like Tyrone. I am not saying adopting a certain culture is wrong. Try to visualize Tom in Jerry’s position, or Bugs Bunny becomes the hunter and not the hunted. It is peculiar, right? Hard to even fathom, right? Will you be ridiculed and ostracized if you be yourself? Hiding who you are externally only spoils your soul. White people jokingly say, “stop white people” or “why does Tulane have so many white people?” Those two phrases have seemed to be uniform with all the white people I tend to meet. Maybe I am crazy and afraid to change and everyone else is normal. Why is it that when I see another black student, their eyes look at me in amazement to say, “I can’t believe I’m not alone”. Or when I see another black male automatically we nod our heads as to say, “WASSUP my brother!”. One of my white friends witnessed this and gasped saying, “do you even know him?”. I just smirked and looked at him and said, “it’s an ecumenical concept with us—black people— for some strange reason we speak whether we are close friends or complete strangers.” If only my eyes could record playable video I would show you some of the incubus glares; glares, I received from white counterparts on