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Guilty till Proven Innocent
I’m just trying to figure out why it is taking us so long to progress. Back in 2000 it was too much for me to attempt to understand, but like Lee says racial profiling will take a hella long time to make even a little progression. First time I experienced racism was in the 1st grade by this kid, Andrew, who didn’t like me since I was the only black kid in the class and ruined the classes color of “pure perfection.” Haha i just remember my friends were ready to jump him for saying crap like that to me on a daily basis, but I told them its not even worth the fight. How does a seven/eight year old start thinking discriminatory without the aid of his parents or some adult guidance? I also remember when my birthday came up, I was inviting everyone from class and debated whether or not to invite Andrew too. My parents were completely fine with him not being invited, but I invited him anyway because I couldn’t help but think, why should I hold a grudge? That appeared to be a peace offering because not only was he in total shock I invited him, but he stopped with the comments when we actually had fun at chuckie cheese (and he finally didn’t just see me as that black kid in the class). The last time I experienced racism was last summer when I was in some different part of Georgia at my aunt’s friends house. My aunt’s friend lives in this super nice, rich, predominantly white neighborhood. Me and my little cousin are there and she wants to go to the pool so I decide to take her. We walk over to the pool and there are about four mothers and six/seven children running around. We literally open the gate, step in and within a minute all we get are dirty looks from all the mothers and they suddenly have to rush out practically grabbing the kids while running out in fear that they’ll catch a disease. One of them even left the pool toys to play with so I gave them to my cousin to use haha, it really wasn’t a funny situation, but I do find it funny how ridiculous people can actually be. I’m always mixed up as being a hispanic too, so I’ve definitely had some interesting profiling throughout my life, but I know I haven’t had it as hard as some people. Both my dad and uncle went to jail for basically being from Jamaica. An anonymous random tip suggested their trucking business was part of some big scheme of selling weed and my dad was some huge drug lord. Lmaoooo because if you actually know my dad thinking he is a drug lord would be like people saying winnie the pooh is a rapist. They couldn’t find any drugs, and basically no evidence. Yet the fact that they are from Jamaica was literally the only thing that made them keep pursuing this tip for months. They used some bogus reason to take them to New York and put them in jail, there were trials showing all this fake evidence and forged documents. They even paid off my dad’s supposed friend/my friend’s mom to testify against him. This completely strainneeddd my friendship with this friend. To this day, I don’t understand how the trial ended. All I know is after a year of mess, I’m leaving New York and back in Florida with both my parents (then Jamaica for a few months but that’s a whooole other story). And then my Uncle is stuck in jail till 2020. Sometimes I try to act oblivious to the fact that our world is unbelievably unjust and messed up, but if we expect any change to happen, people need to fully understand the lengths that profiling reaches. These news stories and reports and police battery cases aren’t reaching people, so there needs to be a new method to open peoples eyes. Just another reason I’m glad I’m pursuing my dreams..
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I'm religious by choice
No one is making me go to church. No one is making me follow the rules of my religion. I dont follow it just cuz my whole family goes to church on Saturday. I’m not being forced to do anything for my religion. It’s all my choice. I want to follow in God’s footsteps. I’ve found my refuge in God. I reside in God. God is always there for me to turn to.
There are times when I feel lost and nothing is ever going right, but I no it’ll all get better. I trust in God to guide me towards the right paths in life. And I trust him to bring the peace after the storm. I’m not saying I’m a perfect Seventh Day Adventist (Christian). I’m waaay far from that, and i no that i may never be. But i no i’m getting there little by little.
He’s performed enough miracles in my life already. I’m just thankful for all the blessings he’s given to me. (: