How do you make someone listen when they don’t want to? How do you fix the reality and existence of casual, everyday racism when the white perpetrators refuse to believe/acknowledge they perpetuate discrimination because they’re offended at being labeled a “racist”?
A combination of growing older and being pushed outside of my high school forced me to mature and question my internal racism.
We are all unique individuals. It is preposterous to believe that beings as complex as humans can be classified in such a cookie cutter fashion based on their gender, race, or generation.
I am as Latin as it comes. You hate them yet love me.
To be Iranian-American in Trumpland is to feel stomach-curling fear. In my heart, I know that this is Trump’s plan ― to make us feel threatened so that the seeds of distrust grow stronger
“I refuse to be treated like a second class citizen. I have to live here for the rest of my life.”
“I’m sorry for the words that I used as I know they offended people and I admit that the joke itself went too far.”
That afternoon was my introduction to something called Antifa, a sort of loosely-held together consortium of Bernie Sanders worshippers who hate hatred so much they have to go out en masse at public events to destroy municipal property, torch cars and beat the living shit out of anybody who dare shows any inkling of what they consider racist, homophobic, misogynistic, anti-Semitic, transphobic or Islamophobic sentiment.
In the case of this note, however, something very bizarre happened. The customers praised both the service at the restaurant, and the taste of their food — but they still would not be coming back.