Thought of the day (before I start mine):
Recently I dived into the very important discussion of love, human error, and communication. I focused on the need for continued growth throughout our lifetime, and my choice to associate with other people who can acknowledge their humanity. But what about being human while growing up as a child or adolescent?
I’m always thinking about what makes someone the kind of person that you want to share your life (as a partner in life) or associate with (in the case of family and friends). After much deliberation, I have come to the conclusion that I only want anything to do with people who know that they are imperfect human beings (who will always be willing and able to grow and learn with me). If you see yourself as a man or woman without any faults, you better patent what it is that you do, so all of us human error rich people can make ourselves as perfect as you are.
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Racism, whether it is institutionalized or that which is more openly hateful and violent (as we have seen over the course of 2014, and will likely see into this New Year) is an endless bullying that impacts people of colour everyday. We’ve come very far, but there is still a long way to go. There is a significant portion of the population that is unaware or unmoved by the real difficulty that victims of racism face. Challenging human perceptions and ideology is the only way to force insight, understanding, and caring for this struggle.
“I wish I didn’t have to worry about being followed in the mall or (bigoted) white people being surprised by the way that I speak. Or being pulled over while I’m driving in the suburbs for absolutely no fucking reason. And 90% of the time I can certainly count on an officer to ask me: ‘are you sure this is your car? How did you get it? How much money do you make? What’s your occupation?’ No offense officer, but I thought you were supposed to be asking me for my license and registration…not my auto-fucking-biography…I would love to be able to buy my mother a home without going to jail….” – Tré Melvin
I don’t know what it feels like to enter a store without feeling all eyes are on me, whether they say it or not, because of how I look. Some clerks and owners will follow you (no matter how nicely you’re dressed) like they’re your lap dog; they follow you from aisle to aisle, make you feel uncomfortable, and generally leave a bad taste in your mouth. I am so conditioned from multiple experiences of racial profiling that I only reach into my bag before entering a store or at the checkout. I don’t dare open my bag while walking down an isle, and any bags that come from another store are tied up like they’re doggie bags. It is that serious for me. Because I have been followed, and I have literally been told by store owners the following: “I’m sorry, but I am suspicious of you and I really can’t have too many of you in the store at once (myself and any other friends or relatives who were black). Seriously. I have no criminal record and I have never done anything that would make it so that people should be suspicious of me. But I have been found guilty of being black too many times to count. If bigoted cops aren’t killing people in the America or elsewhere (although, lets be honest, this death by cop phenomenon is a crisis that is generally concentrated in America), racists or otherwise prejudiced people are checking for you, treating you like an animal, and acting suspicious of you for no other reason other than society (re: media – film, TV, magazines) tells them black people are thieves,dangerous, or…whatever else it is they say about a group of people with too many cultural backgrounds, personal dispositions, and identities that should make it rationally impossible to presume so much about). Or how about the fact that, if I had a nickle for how many times I was told “you sound white” I would be rich.