Raziaar
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This is a thread i'd like to present to everybody, as a form of discussion about racism, and how their own personal views have developed over the course of their lifetime.
Whether you were raised in a colorblind or racist family, I hope some people will be able to open themselves up a bit for a discussion, answering honestly and truthfully about this very sensitive subject.
I'll start it off, to break the ice. And just as a warning, this is NOT to be used as a thread for argument, or racist comments or slurs. Just healthy discussion.
I was born in a pretty much colorblind family. And being raised in a very diverse neighborhood, with african americans, mexican americans, etc... I did not think anything of this. I knew people had different skin color to me, but I couldn't understand why, and didn't really care why. My best friends were the neighborhood kids who were of all various different ethnic backgrounds, including two philippino boys. Life was great, and as a child I was ignorant of the very violent neighborhoods that were around me for the most part. My family was one of the few white families in the area.
Then, all that changed, and I moved up to alaska. The demographics there in the city I lived in, that the majority of people were white, with the occasional asian american or african american kid in my school. Still, being that i've never been really raised to think in any particular way... I just didn't care. I made friends with them, just like anybody else.
Hollywood, however... started having an influence on me as I started getting older. Racism was a subject constantly in movies and TV shows, and I was bombarded with these images and words of discrimination that I really didn't know about. All i've ever discriminated against maybe were ugly kids or fat kids(skinny too)... kids with lots of pimples, or freckles. etc. Not the color of somebodies skin, but the characteristics that just about anybody could develop, and who we as cruel little kids would pick on them about. Not that I was really cruel. I was a quiet, reserved kid for most of my life, and still am a bit to this day.
As I grew up, and moved on, and started venturing online, this pressure from hollywood, with all of this racism and discrimination, and world events kept bombarding me, and trying to assimilate themselves in my life. Moving again to a city with a predominantly mexican american demographic... I sort of found myself becoming scared at times to walk the streets around neighborhoods that i've learned to associate somewhat with what hollywood has shown, with differently colored people and gangs. Not that there were really any gangs around here that I knew of... but there was this perception that was growing. I didn't think badly of these people, or think they were inferiors or very much different than me, but for some reason I was more scared around them than others.
I hated feeling that way... and as time progressed, i'd be online all the time, and have these comments on message boards and the like, with anti racist comments saying that white people are naturally racist against others, with their long history of enslavement, etc. When you're constantly, thoroughly bashed with these comments from people who are trying to be well meaning... its difficult not to feel guilty and have your young mind influenced a bit by their words. Could it be true? Could I be racist? They were telling me I was racist, even though I never thought I was racist. Maybe I was racist?
All these things kept bouncing around in my mind, from these people trying to dispell racism... they were actually instilling the mentality somewhat in my mind! By comparing me to the bad people in the past, like somehow I have a direct relation with them and am the same as them.
Now that I look back on all that, i'm very angry at those people that made me feel that way. I've never once used a racial slur in my life, or felt somebody was inferior or different than me just because of the genetic color of their skin. However, I am still scared sometimes to walk amongst large groups or neighborhoods of people who aren't the same colored skin as me, especially in lower class areas(middle class myself). In part too, because I realized they felt their own ways about me too... i'd get stares, and the occasional mean comment about the color of my skin. Why is this? Why do I feel this way still? Why can I not shed these feelings of fear, and will I ever be able to?
I actively speak out against racism... I have acknowledged it as something I never want to be associated with, and get angry when I hear people say blatantly racist things, about any race including my own. I treat people as my equals, no matter who they are, unless they give me a reason to think otherwise. However... I still have these thoughts that come into my head from time to time, that seem to go against the grain of my personality and all that I believe, and just wish there was a way to permanently eradicate the discriminatory feelings that seem to seep through time to time from a conditioned enviroment.
Hrm... didn't realize that was gonna be so long. Wonder if anybody actually reads it. lol
And by the way. Here's a thread on another forum I was reading, about the subject.
http://www.atforumz.com/showthread.php?t=178944
Whether you were raised in a colorblind or racist family, I hope some people will be able to open themselves up a bit for a discussion, answering honestly and truthfully about this very sensitive subject.
I'll start it off, to break the ice. And just as a warning, this is NOT to be used as a thread for argument, or racist comments or slurs. Just healthy discussion.
I was born in a pretty much colorblind family. And being raised in a very diverse neighborhood, with african americans, mexican americans, etc... I did not think anything of this. I knew people had different skin color to me, but I couldn't understand why, and didn't really care why. My best friends were the neighborhood kids who were of all various different ethnic backgrounds, including two philippino boys. Life was great, and as a child I was ignorant of the very violent neighborhoods that were around me for the most part. My family was one of the few white families in the area.
Then, all that changed, and I moved up to alaska. The demographics there in the city I lived in, that the majority of people were white, with the occasional asian american or african american kid in my school. Still, being that i've never been really raised to think in any particular way... I just didn't care. I made friends with them, just like anybody else.
Hollywood, however... started having an influence on me as I started getting older. Racism was a subject constantly in movies and TV shows, and I was bombarded with these images and words of discrimination that I really didn't know about. All i've ever discriminated against maybe were ugly kids or fat kids(skinny too)... kids with lots of pimples, or freckles. etc. Not the color of somebodies skin, but the characteristics that just about anybody could develop, and who we as cruel little kids would pick on them about. Not that I was really cruel. I was a quiet, reserved kid for most of my life, and still am a bit to this day.
As I grew up, and moved on, and started venturing online, this pressure from hollywood, with all of this racism and discrimination, and world events kept bombarding me, and trying to assimilate themselves in my life. Moving again to a city with a predominantly mexican american demographic... I sort of found myself becoming scared at times to walk the streets around neighborhoods that i've learned to associate somewhat with what hollywood has shown, with differently colored people and gangs. Not that there were really any gangs around here that I knew of... but there was this perception that was growing. I didn't think badly of these people, or think they were inferiors or very much different than me, but for some reason I was more scared around them than others.
I hated feeling that way... and as time progressed, i'd be online all the time, and have these comments on message boards and the like, with anti racist comments saying that white people are naturally racist against others, with their long history of enslavement, etc. When you're constantly, thoroughly bashed with these comments from people who are trying to be well meaning... its difficult not to feel guilty and have your young mind influenced a bit by their words. Could it be true? Could I be racist? They were telling me I was racist, even though I never thought I was racist. Maybe I was racist?
All these things kept bouncing around in my mind, from these people trying to dispell racism... they were actually instilling the mentality somewhat in my mind! By comparing me to the bad people in the past, like somehow I have a direct relation with them and am the same as them.
Now that I look back on all that, i'm very angry at those people that made me feel that way. I've never once used a racial slur in my life, or felt somebody was inferior or different than me just because of the genetic color of their skin. However, I am still scared sometimes to walk amongst large groups or neighborhoods of people who aren't the same colored skin as me, especially in lower class areas(middle class myself). In part too, because I realized they felt their own ways about me too... i'd get stares, and the occasional mean comment about the color of my skin. Why is this? Why do I feel this way still? Why can I not shed these feelings of fear, and will I ever be able to?
I actively speak out against racism... I have acknowledged it as something I never want to be associated with, and get angry when I hear people say blatantly racist things, about any race including my own. I treat people as my equals, no matter who they are, unless they give me a reason to think otherwise. However... I still have these thoughts that come into my head from time to time, that seem to go against the grain of my personality and all that I believe, and just wish there was a way to permanently eradicate the discriminatory feelings that seem to seep through time to time from a conditioned enviroment.
Hrm... didn't realize that was gonna be so long. Wonder if anybody actually reads it. lol
And by the way. Here's a thread on another forum I was reading, about the subject.
http://www.atforumz.com/showthread.php?t=178944