Archive for April, 2010

We shall overcome

Posted in martin luther king with tags , , on April 19, 2010 by sweetangel16175

Martin Luther King’s speech, or at least part of it. 🙂

Ethical Question

Posted in Uncategorized on April 15, 2010 by sweetangel16175

would you kill one person for the greater good of the society?

using my professors example:
lets say you have this train filled with explosives heading towards your city and you know that.
if it hits your city, the whole city will explode.
theres a switch right before your city.
theres an old lady whos walking on the other track.

you cant save both of them.

would you pull the switch? would you kill the old lady to save your city?

i mean they both have a right to live.

Please Hear What I am not Saying

Posted in Uncategorized on April 15, 2010 by sweetangel16175

Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask,
a thousand masks,
masks that I’m afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled, for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by acceptance,
if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this.
I don’t dare to, I’m afraid to.
I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings–
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator–an honest-to-God creator–
of the person that is me if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

~ Charles C. Finn, September 1966

Don’t tell me that racism doesnt still exist…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on April 15, 2010 by sweetangel16175

Don’t tell me that racism still doesn’t exist when my mom is having problems with a redneck doctor named Evan Jones.

Don’t tell me that racism still doesn’t exist when the only reason this redneck doctor doesn’t want to give her a nurse is because he is racist, even though you should know that being middle eastern or even Muslim, it’s not your race.

Don’t tell me that racism still doesn’t exist when he makes my mom do his work and my mom’s not even complaining.

Don’t tell me he’s sexist either because he treats his wife with the utmost respect and she’s a housewife too.

Don’t tell me that racism still doesn’t exist when he asked my mom why is our president African American, and he’s educated too.

It’s really sad when an educated doctor who makes around $90,000 per year still thinks that way. It angers me and it makes me think there’s no hope for people. It angers me because why would people teach that in the first place. Why is it always an us vs. them mentality? Why must we always divide ourselves and then categorize ourselves into groups and the based on that we set stereotypes to these people and some of them are negative.

The best example is that Muslims are terrorist. The media is an excellent source in perpetuating these stereotypes.

I see the “hate” they have in their eyes, the indifference they have towards us. Yes, I am a foreigner. Yes, I do wear the scarf. But it doesn’t mean I am stupid or don’t know English or even a terrorist.

Why are the stereotypes one dimensional? I mean if you dissect any human being, you won’t find only the heart or the brain or the lungs or the liver. You will find that the human being is very complex, much more complex than even one organ system. So why are the stereotypes one dimensional?

This is how destructive racism is.

My mom quit because they weren’t treating her fairly.

I, too

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on April 15, 2010 by sweetangel16175

I, too by Langston Hughes

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed–

I, too, am America.

Smile

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on April 15, 2010 by sweetangel16175

Smile
tho’ your heart is aching

smile
even tho’ it’s breaking

when there are clouds in the sky

you’ll get by
if you
smile through your fear and sorrow

smile and maybe tomorrow

you’ll see the sun come shining thru for you.

Light up your face with gladness

hide ev’ry trace of sadness

altho’ a tear maybe ever so near

that’s the time you must keep on trying

smile
what’s the use of crying

you’ll find that life is still worth while

if you’ll just smile.

White Trophy

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on April 15, 2010 by sweetangel16175

I am sorry, but I feel like I have to address this.

This is to all the African American girls who hate it when an African American guy dates or marries white or a Caucasian woman.

I am sorry that you might feel betrayed by your own race.
I am sorry if you think he has a “white trophy” on his arm.

But you have to know that the African American guy who dates a white girl, there’s nothing wrong with him. The very fact that he is dating a white woman proves that he is human, not that he betrayed your race.

If you actually read your history, you would know that during slavery, they had the one drop rule. It was: a law that if a slave owner raped or had sex with an African American woman, the children she had were still slaves, which means they were still African American, even though they were half white.

I would not be surprised if they still use it today.

So in reality, you should be happy when he marries white because he is bringing more people into your population. He didn’t betray your race. He’s actually adding more people to it.

And don’t you dare think he has a “white trophy” on his arm.

Besides you don’t know her and you have no right to judge her. Even if you did know her, you still have no right to judge her either.

She could be a mean person, but she could also be a really nice, sweet person, but since you didn’t take the time to get to know that, you wouldn’t know that. And I will be feel bad for you.

It’s sad, and I have said this many many many times before, when you judge a person based on the color of their skin or based on if they are really pretty or not, you miss a lot by doing that. I mean a lot.

So again I say please don’t judge me or my friends or anyone else based on what they look like because you’d be very surprised on what you can find.

Does Race Matter?

Posted in race, race is a social concept, racism with tags , , on April 15, 2010 by sweetangel16175

So my philosophy of race professor posts up a question on their blog.

Does race matter?

He really liked my response. 🙂

Race – (biology) a taxonomic group that is a division of a species; usually arises as a consequence of geographical isolation within a species.

First of all, I don’t believe race is biological. It is based on biological features that are perceived to be different. It is perceived to be different.

If you take off the skin of all the people in the world, you will find out that one person is no different from another person. If you do make it biological, it’s like saying that the African American is a totally different species from the Caucasian, which is not the case.

I had a person comment on my blog last year about why I support interracial dating, saying that the African American and the Caucasian is like a penguin and a polar bear. It’s not true and I did correct him. But it does make me angry.

Taxonomy – a classification of organisms into groups based on similarities of structure or origin.

Second, implying that is a taxonomy, which might be implying that the writer holds Hardimon’s view of race, says that there is a difference between human being, and I totally agree based on the fact that we are all individually different and no one is as unique as I am. But to say that all people who have that shade of skin color think the same or do the same thing is wrong because everybody is different so everybody doesn’t think the same way.

Geographical Isolation is a huge consequence, in my opinion, because it leads to unequal housing, unequal schools, unequal job opportunities, higher health risks, higher abortion rates.

I hold the Haslanger’s view of race, so with that said, I believe that race was invented to divide up human beings based on perceived biological differences and for one “race” to rule another “race”, based on if they are the majority group or minority group, here in the United States.

Race does matter. In politics and sociology, race does matter. Race is all about politics and sociology. I believe that race is used to separate people who are perceived to be different. When stereotypes are added to the equation and the stereotypes are considered bad, it becomes an “us versus them” mentality. We are not them. We don’t have yellow, blue, green, white, or black skin. We are not robbers or thieves or criminals. We are not sexual people. We don’t have babies out of wedlock. We are not terrorists. We don’t oppress our people. We are not them. We separate ourselves from them.

It leads to the minority population in the inner city and the majority population in the suburbs. It leads to the inner city schools and housing are in bad shape, and the suburb schools and housing are in good shape. It leads to the opportunities for the inner city students to go to higher education are worse than the students in the suburbs.

It also leads to Caucasian CEOs and African American workers. It leads to Caucasian slave owners and African American slaves. It leads to Caucasian sharecropper owners and African American and poor Caucasian sharecropper.

In our history, for example, during Jim Crow when it ruled the South, separation didn’t really matter as much as subordination. Subordination is defined as subject to submissive to authority or control of another.

You can still see it today.

I believe that race shouldn’t matter.

It shouldn’t matter if you are blue, green, purple, white, black, brown. It shouldn’t matter if you have nappy hair. It shouldn’t matter if you have a big nose or a small nose.

Just because you have a different texture hair or different eyes shouldn’t mean that you are better or worse than anyone else.

Maybe you are better off because our society gives privilege to the majority group. In the United States, it’s called “white privilege.” Those people who are racialized as “white” have a privilege as Peggy McIntosh in a small article called White Privilege: Unpacking the Knapsack said, “an invisible weightless knapsack of special provisions, maps, passports, codebooks, visas, clothes, tools , and blank checks.”

I sometimes ask myself “Why should I be privileged because I have lighter skin than some people? Why should I have special provisions, maps, passport, codebooks, visas, clothes tools and blank check? What about the other people who don’t have this privilege? Aren’t they human too? Don’t they breathe, eat, study, and play as I do? Why don’t they live in the same houses and go to the same schools?”

Our society gives a lot of emphasis on how you look, from the clothes you wear to how skinny you are, to how tall you are, to many, many things. I believe it’s such a superficial way of looking at things. There’s so much more to a person than they way they look and the way they dress.

This is just my opinion and nobody else has to agree with it.  🙂

Tolerance is good for everyone: an insightful look at racism

Posted in race, racism, racism today with tags , , , on April 15, 2010 by sweetangel16175

“Tolerance is good for everyone: an insightful look at racism
by Josh Chicarelli

WARNING: The following blog contains racial slurs but they’re not used in a racist manner. So don’t take them out of context. They’re used to educate and give some insight into my background for those that don’t know.

You know, it never occurred to me until last night when I was watching comedienne Lisa Lampanelli on Comedy Central. I’ve never touched upon this topic before and some of the stuff I say about myself in here will be the first time that most of yous ever heard it. If you’re familiar with the comedy of Lisa Lampanelli or Carlos Mencia, you’d know that they do a lot of race related material. For instance, Lisa takes every stereotype about every race, sex, and creed and pokes fun at it. Carlos takes these same stereotypes and does the same thing but he puts it in perspective usually. I remember him saying once on his No Strings Attached special that “If you got a joke about a particular group of people, then you have no right to tell that joke unless you can tell that joke to the people that it pokes fun of.” He said this when he was telling a story about how the handicapped called him out on not doing handicap jokes in front of them because he didn’t wanna offend them but he learned first hand that it’s ok to do those jokes for the audiences that it pokes fun of because they have a sense of humor too.

Now with that said, no there will be no race related jokes from me here. I don’t really know if I could ever have the courage that Lisa or Carlos has. Something you all probably don’t know is that I, myself, have been a victim of racism. I can laugh at race related jokes and stuff like many other people when they’re not meant to be mean. Just laughing at the stereotypes that stupid people have pigeonholed on people. But when you attempt a joke that’s cold-hearted and absolutely racist, then there’s where I draw the line.

Imagine being 4-5 years old in kindergarten. Your only friend is a little black girl named Latoya and your so-called father starts calling you a nigger lover and saying shit about, “Do you want people to see you with a nigger? Do you want to be called a nigger lover by the church and everyone else?” Imagine having to go through that at 4 and 5 years old. …..It doesn’t end there. I’ve been dealing with racism my entire life and being a mix of Native American and Italian doesn’t help shit much. My skin is a little bit darker than everyone else’s. When we had those culture days in elementary school, imagine having a teacher, of all people, think you’re making a racist statement when you wear a Native American headdress to class to show off your culture and she doesn’t realize that you are Native American. As for me, I took offense to her doing that because I started feeling discriminated against.

…It still doesn’t end there. Fast forward to a few years ago. I was at my uncle’s house and he made pasta but I had food here that I wanted to eat and I hate pasta. My cousin Andrew asked me why I hated it and before I could get anything out my so-called uncle said this and I quote, “It’s that fuckin’ Indian in him!” I don’t know about you guys that’s reading this, but when he said that to me, I seriously wanted to punch him in the fuckin’ mouth for that. That shit pissed me the fuck off like you wouldn’t believe! Right after that, I just got up, left and walked home from Millersville by Pleasant Valley to Colfax. ….Not done yet people! Many of you know about my love of Asian cinema, food and culture. Well those that know me also know that my eyes don’t open as wide as everyone else’s either and that’s not because I’m Asian cause I’m not. It’s just I don’t have wide eyes. Well by my own father, yet again, I’ve been called chink-eyed, chinky, rice man, and pigeonholed with every Asian stereotype and slur you can imagine.

Because of all of that, I’ve grown to actually downright, not dislike or loathe my dad’s side of the family, but I’ve more or less grown to just hate them with a passion. That’s the Italian side of the family and thankfully I take more after my mom’s side which is the Native American side. They’re more tolerant of everyone and everything probably due to what the Europeans did when they first came here all those years ago and slaughtered our ancestors. Like a couple of years ago, I had a black girlfriend and that side knew about it but I had to keep it a secret from his side of the family to avert more racism.

And you know, there’s something I learned from the few black friends I have. They hate being called African-Americans and I asked them about that once and they told me that it was because they find that political correctness nonsense to be insulting to them. They just wanna be treated like everyone else. They want people to talk to them normally and not try to sound like they’re smarter than them or anyone else because they viewed the political correct terms as more racist than calling them black. I thought that was interesting, but you know, they were right. They are fucking right! If I was black, I’d probably be thinking the same thing.

There’s one thing though, I can’t apply that same way of thinking to being Native American because we actually do prefer to be called Native Americans rather than Indian. It mostly has to do with the fact that Indians are people from India, not people from this country originally. I can make fun of the Native American stereotypes because those don’t bother me that much and they are kinda funny. Like when someone pisses me off and they’re like, “Uh oh, don’t scalp me!” I seriously laugh at that because we don’t scalp people and when they’ve said it to me. Another stereotype I find hilarious, about Italians, is that we all smell like fish and garlic. Where that one comes from, I have no clue, cause I hate seafood and garlic, let alone all Italian food except pizza and I’m half Italian! So it’s funny to me when someone makes that joke. They aren’t saying them in a harsh, “I fucking mean it!”, kind of manner. They were joking, so yeah, I can take the joke, but blatant, flat out racism…. You better hope I don’t find you.

So hopefully you all learned something valuable about me today and learned something about racism too. That’s the reason why I wrote this blog is to educate a little bit and tell people about my experiences in doing so. So hopefully I made a difference to someone or some people out there with this insightful outlook. Take care everyone!”

This is from my friend’s blog.

When I asked him about it, he said this is all true.

“yeah, so when I say I know what it’s like to be discriminated against, I mean I really know how those people feel cause I went through it.”

It’s sad, pathetic, and disgusting to have even your father and your uncle say that to you.