Race, Crash, Burn

We live in time period where making racist jokes to our friends or in songs doesn’t start a repeat of the 1960s. However most signs of racism are done incognito. It’s proven possible that skin color determines how the person is perceived throughout life. In the movie, Crash, being white, black, Muslim, Asian, or Mexican is not looked at positively. If you’re white you want to bust every black and Mexican person. Call every Muslim Osama, think every Asian is good. If you’re black you either hate or kiss up to white people. Going to a big high school, I’ve never really experienced any racism for having different colored skin. People don’t deicide if their friends with you based on the color of your skin but rather what actions you do to make you liked.  Unfortunately, I think you have to judge someone in order to be wrong about them. The rich black man in the movie didn’t believe that the young cop was helping him because he was white. I believe that you have to crash into someone and feel their pain before you can feel the burning desire to accept them as a human being. 

Black or White

I don't know how to put this but when I was 5 years old I realized I was brown. Well obviously I knew this before but it occurred to me that I will always be looked upon differently. I remember looking at the mirror that day, and I thought to myself all my friends look like Barbie, Britney Spears, Christina, or Jessica Simpson. I look like nobody. No doll or celebrity was Indian.I had no one that I could look up to and be like I wanted be just like her because she understand what its like to be a different color. All the celebrities that say they are relate able too are lying. They agree to get airbrushed, touched up, and skin bleached. If everyone was supposed be white than where's the fun in experiencing new cultures.While watching Jane Elliot's movie, I wanted to yell at that Stephanie girl. She walked out after a couple comments. If there was anything more annoying than her high pitched scream it was her attitude. How could she walk out, after people were beaten for being black, Jewish, or gay? They would be in more danger. While she could go anywhere without being judged for the color of her skin. When I was at the food court, this Asian lady that was serving me said, "Do you work here?" I said no. She said "People from your country work here." I had no idea how to respond to that so I just ate my food.

The Simple Life

Everybody remembers that show with the two famous blonde girls; Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie. They seemed like those “it” girls surviving off daddy’s money. But after watching them make a difference in people’s lives and hearing their stories, the poor got richer and the rich got poorer. I think upper class people can only go through what Paris and Nicole experienced. I find it annoying how adults are making their children believe money is everything and to look down on those below them. I’m not saying miracles are possible but if people are able to experience the tougher side of life maybe we can stop the prejudice between different classes. When I was 12 years old, I went to an orphanage with my mom. My mom volunteered to teach the kids about pharmacy. I didn’t want to go at all. I wanted to be at the mall with my friends. But when I got there I wanted to slap myself for thinking all those things. These kids were working 10 times as hard just to pay for a toy.