In my lifetime, I have experienced several Isms. I have been a victim of heterosexism, and a perpetrator as well as a bystander for racism. I have seen several more than what I talk about, but these three events were the ones that stood out the most and affected me more personally.
Growing up, my mother would tell me homosexuality, that included anything to do with LGBT, was wrong and that I had to be a Christian. I never really believed in god and I felt like I couldn't tell my mom, she would always talk down on other religions. I grew up feeling closed off from my family.
When my mother married my stepdad it got worse. We would go to church, in the church I would constantly hear about how homosexuality and not believing in god was wrong. …show more content…
I don't remember the context, just that I had interrupted and said: “Can we not talk about those evil goat f***ers?” After that, my friends glared at me and walked off. I brushed it off and assumed they were being ignorant, even though I was because I felt like I knew what I was talking about. I thought anyone who had a different opinion on the subject was wrong and that I was the only one right. Most of my ideas came from my family and the media. I could have thought for myself but I decided to be a sheep and blindly follow others. I did this all the time, everytime someone brought up Arabs, I would say the same thing, or close to the same thing. I would ignore other racist …show more content…
It was usually at school, especially my friend groups. They would constantly joke and belittle people because of their race. I remember a time when it was probably the worst I've ever seen it. A new kid had joined our school, he was Asian and didn't speak English all that good. I was hanging out with my usual friend group. The kid had asked to sit with us. My friend responded with something like: “Get out of here, we don't hang out with squinty-eyed cotton pickers.” I will never forget how hurt the kid looked. He looked at us for a second and walked away.
At the time, I didn't really say or do anything at all. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my friends. I should have spoken up, or went and apologized to the kid. I look back on this now and realize what a problem racism is. The kid was really hurt, and I could have stopped it. Now I try my best to speak out against racism. I still get nervous and scared when speaking out, but I’ve been working on it. I believe everyone deserves an equal chance regardless of
Growing up, my mother would tell me homosexuality, that included anything to do with LGBT, was wrong and that I had to be a Christian. I never really believed in god and I felt like I couldn't tell my mom, she would always talk down on other religions. I grew up feeling closed off from my family.
When my mother married my stepdad it got worse. We would go to church, in the church I would constantly hear about how homosexuality and not believing in god was wrong. …show more content…
I don't remember the context, just that I had interrupted and said: “Can we not talk about those evil goat f***ers?” After that, my friends glared at me and walked off. I brushed it off and assumed they were being ignorant, even though I was because I felt like I knew what I was talking about. I thought anyone who had a different opinion on the subject was wrong and that I was the only one right. Most of my ideas came from my family and the media. I could have thought for myself but I decided to be a sheep and blindly follow others. I did this all the time, everytime someone brought up Arabs, I would say the same thing, or close to the same thing. I would ignore other racist …show more content…
It was usually at school, especially my friend groups. They would constantly joke and belittle people because of their race. I remember a time when it was probably the worst I've ever seen it. A new kid had joined our school, he was Asian and didn't speak English all that good. I was hanging out with my usual friend group. The kid had asked to sit with us. My friend responded with something like: “Get out of here, we don't hang out with squinty-eyed cotton pickers.” I will never forget how hurt the kid looked. He looked at us for a second and walked away.
At the time, I didn't really say or do anything at all. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my friends. I should have spoken up, or went and apologized to the kid. I look back on this now and realize what a problem racism is. The kid was really hurt, and I could have stopped it. Now I try my best to speak out against racism. I still get nervous and scared when speaking out, but I’ve been working on it. I believe everyone deserves an equal chance regardless of