Age Old Repost
Hey guys, the other day I said I’d post up a repost, in fact I think I have two…they’re not entirely right on the mark with each other, but I think they’re related. It just goes to show how my mind works over time. For best results, you should probably read the one from a couple days ago (titled racism) and then read this post and whatever I post in a moment, I think that puts them in chronological order from newest to oldest. The evolution of my thoughts, interesting right?
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Thursday, November 01, 2007
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3:18 AM – A Story About The World Ah, so it’s Halloween, another many of the nights of the year that I happened to start thinking on, these thoughts were actually triggered by something though. Different, right? So, today after school I find out that I’m going to a haunted graveyard with some people, way up on the mountain which is supposedly full of racists, which I definitely believe, I just haven’t seen proof. But yeah, I believe it nonetheless. From that point, I spent the day wondering whether I actually wanted to go or not, I’d pretty much decided I wasn’t going to, even though my best friend was going to be there. The more I thought about it, the more I thought something just wasn’t right…I ended up going up there with them, it was a place where there were several black people burried, victims of racism. Needless to say, I was a little uncomfortable. The interesting bit though, was that I realized something I’d always known: That I was so different from all of the people I hang out with or talk to. It wasn’t my skin color that I saw as different though (although it is, and I’m pretty happy about that.) While they were all around thinking “Well, this is interesting,” or “How cool to go to a graveyard for a bunch of people who were injustly killed, I was thinking “Wow, so this is my life.” That’s right, being at a graveyard, full of dead people, I felt calm and at peace. There was a bit of understanding that I had developed, and my heart was filled with nothing but respect for all those people, perhaps even a bit of love. People I’d never met, but at the same time I felt so close, I knew how they suffered. The constant strains I’ve felt in my life, fits of confusion and insanity, the worry of racism, these people had to feel it all their lives, and still do in their death since people would apparently dig up one of the graves each year for Halloween. It’s stuff like that that sticks in my mind at all times, that I worry about, and in all honesty, I’m not afraid of it. Even though I’m not afraid, I can’t say it doesn’t hurt. I’m tired of living where people truely believe that behavior reflects skin color If a black man is smart, behaves well, doesn’t listen to rap music, or whatever, then he must be “white on the inside”, it doesn’t even only apply to black people, it applies to Asians, and people of any other ethnic background as well. It seems to me that the little part of the world I’m in has to associate goodness with white skin, they can’t simply leave it at “Oh, that’s a good person”, it has to be “he (or she) is white on the inside” It’s straight up bullshit. Personally I’m tired of the lines, we shouldn’t live in a world with lines drawn based on color. There shouldn’t be a “best black person”, “best white person”, “most white person”, “blackest person”, “least white person”, “least black person” or whatever. It’s that kind of crap that keeps me so unhappy all the time. Let me be me, let everyone be themselves. I’m Myron What makes me unhappy is your refusal to acknowledge it, or your refusal to accept me based on it. I don’t know about you guys, but I think the world could use a little more love, some more open minds, a few more people to speak up, and without a doubt a little more respect…and all of that goes to everyone. To all those buried up where I went tonight, I pray that you rest in peace, and know that I will always look to you with admiration and respect, because I now know that if I do nothing to change it, someday that could be me, or my family, or even any one. Kind of like when I first moved to Alabama, I had a veil lifted from my eyes. The first time I realized racism really still existed, now I’m realizing that it really did kill people, and people who deserved life just as much as anyone else that is alive on this earth right now. I’m tired of having to worry about getting people in trouble just because of my presence, tired of having to watch the things I say, and tired even of simply being afraid to express myself without worrying what people will think. I’m human, I should be able to enjoy my life with little restraint. I mean sure, people need rules and regulations without a doubt, but the things pent up inside me just shouldn’t happen. I know I’m not the only one though and to all you others out there facing the same problem, just never give in, you shouldn’t live a life trying to keep others from being unhappy. Oh yeah, and by the way the word. Yeah, the N word: It’s one of very few words that has true history. The word itself symbolizes the opression of an entire race, it isn’t the word that’s bad, it’s the symbolism. At the same time though, it is the word, because there’s so much attached to it that the word will never not be offensive. There’s not even a reason it should still be used in all honesty, it’s not the same as “cracker”, or some of the other racial terms. The word was used for years to keep a large group of people down, it’s a word that reminds people of how horrible the world is. I’m all for freedom of expression, but I personally hate hearing the word, I’m yet to fight anyone over it, due simply to self-control and having sympathy for people who have too little hearts to care not to use it. Honestly, let’s just get the word out of the world, it’s far from necessary now. I don’t see anything wrong with it being used in books or whatever to show the history, which is attached to the word anyways, but it shouldn’t be something that’s continually used to insult people, or even just for fun. It’s not a fun word. But after all this, it’s time I finally go to bed. Goodnight and happpy Halloween. Hopefully this is a post that’ll stick in your head for a while, because it’ll definitely be in mine. |
thoughtfulTags: repost, racism, change, superiority, inferiority, ignorance, perspectiive, good, bad
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