The Epidemic Of Racism In America

Racism. That is one of the major epidemics the world is currently facing and for a teen that gets bashed on a daily for the color of her skin, that world of hers tends to break down when it was already all so fragile. And that is me. I am not the same color everyone else, and I am not the same race as everyone else. I am Puerto Rican and Filipino, yet I am known as a Mexican. At first this bothered me, and now when someone throws a racist slur at me, I keep walking, and I do not acknowledge. However, when I first encountered a quarrel with someone over my race, it was my 8th grade year. I remember teliing everyone I was running for Symphonic Band President, and a group of them reacted in a way that was truly appalling. A few of them snickered …show more content…
But of course everyone else laughed with her, but not the people stood up front with me. She slandered each and every one of us, but I guess I was more hurt than the others. I would like to believe that it was not because I was sensitive, but because she was wrongful in her choice of words. We stood there presenting our project, and as each of us took our turns, she would say to one "You are Asian! Nothing that you are saying makes any sense! You are a disappointment to your kind," we glared at one another, scared to finish our presentation, and before I could begin she told me directly, "You're Filipino you must not have much to say." I was astonished, I continued until she yelled at us and told us to sit down, and the sad part was were barely half way done. It was unfair, completely unexpected, and definitely undeserved. I believe this happened because we were the only group that had 4 different colors, and more than four different races, and I guess in her eyes she did not see much intelligence within our group. I did not say anything, but I was furious and in that moment of time I did not know if I was supposed to tell a councelor or the pinciple; the whole class laughed, in their eyes it was okay for her to say that, but in mine, she made me hate that part of my heritage. I frowned upon myself and I was unsure of how I could ever be okay with who I was born as. However, I did not change my group, I told them "Yeah, that presentation sucked, but we can get better together." At first I thought we truly did something, and we asked her of what we could improve on, but she did not give us the time of day, she told us" Get out, I'm busy." I thought it was a smart idea to prove to her as the year progessed how well we really could present, but nothing changed. But, I did learn to accept that she may