I just finished watching a CSI episode that was about a Japanese man named Rei and how he was killed during WWII by his killed-in-battle son's best friend, Skip. Skip was white, and when Rei went to ask skip for a reccomendation to get his son, Billy, a purple heart for his bravery in battle, Skip killed him because of how the war changed him (making him believe all the Japanese people were only evil...nothing else.)
The ending made me cry, because I noticed how far America really has come, though we still have a long way to go before we can really call ourselves a "free country". Even though America made strides and are still, its hard to imagine that the building blocks of this country were established on racism, death and predjudice. Native Americans, Japanese, African Americans, Hispanics, Hindu, Arab...all have suffered at some point in our history...and it just angers me so much.
My mother always tells me I am lucky to be white, even though my ancestry proves my still 25% Portugese heritage mixed in there. Really, I am lucky to be the one race that doesn't have to put up with the predjudice, be part of the one country who really does try hard to be a good one. To not be hungry, poor and without a house or parents.
I am not 100% white, but enough to where my Portugese is barely noticable to the naked eye. Yet I am still so proud of my mix, Irish/German/Portugese/Canadian Indian, that sometimes I wish I wasn't really considered "white/caucasian"....because honestly I am not....not deep down.
America's mix of races is what makes us special and ahead of the times. I love the multicultural aspect of our country, that I can walk down the street and shop at the Korean Market, join in on Spokane's Japan Week, and work at a school dedicated to bettering the relationship between Japanese girls and American girls. I love it so very much, and I cherish it with all my heart.
I am proud to be who I am, but I still have regrets on how my ancestors got here.
The ending made me cry, because I noticed how far America really has come, though we still have a long way to go before we can really call ourselves a "free country". Even though America made strides and are still, its hard to imagine that the building blocks of this country were established on racism, death and predjudice. Native Americans, Japanese, African Americans, Hispanics, Hindu, Arab...all have suffered at some point in our history...and it just angers me so much.
My mother always tells me I am lucky to be white, even though my ancestry proves my still 25% Portugese heritage mixed in there. Really, I am lucky to be the one race that doesn't have to put up with the predjudice, be part of the one country who really does try hard to be a good one. To not be hungry, poor and without a house or parents.
I am not 100% white, but enough to where my Portugese is barely noticable to the naked eye. Yet I am still so proud of my mix, Irish/German/Portugese/Canadian Indian, that sometimes I wish I wasn't really considered "white/caucasian"....because honestly I am not....not deep down.
America's mix of races is what makes us special and ahead of the times. I love the multicultural aspect of our country, that I can walk down the street and shop at the Korean Market, join in on Spokane's Japan Week, and work at a school dedicated to bettering the relationship between Japanese girls and American girls. I love it so very much, and I cherish it with all my heart.
I am proud to be who I am, but I still have regrets on how my ancestors got here.
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Current Music: Winter Love - BoA
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