- Because of slavery, I don’t think Black people receive respect like the rest of the world. Maybe because our ancestors didn’t fight back like how we imagine to respond to that oppression. Maybe because our ancestors survived and fought for freedom. It’s like the world looks down on us because our ancestors were slaves and didn’t respond with payback. I find it twisted if the world respects those who are able to oppress another people group, but that’s the world. Black Americans have endured and continue to endure and inspire and influence the world, even if we don’t get the recognition.
- I feel like Black Americans have it hard because it feels like we have to fight to be “normal.” I think the world is upset because we’re not slaves. And slavery still exists, but even with the technological advancement we have, the world still wants that chattel slavery that existed before the 20th century. We’re telling the world “We don’t like being mistreated,” but it’s met with resistance, and some of us are tired of fighting, but we’re still fighting.
- I say “normal” because I feel like that’s what the world is. I feel I have to be spectacular in order to get normal things like jobs and relationships. If I were to apply for an editor position, I would have to be “more” more qualified than non-Black applicants. I can’t just stand out. I have to have extra credentials, experience, and degrees in order to get a position that may not pay around $30,000 a year. And if a lady, possibly non-Black, saw me and a dude who’s Taiwanese, and I have a notch more qualities than the Taiwanese (and a bit more handsome), the Taiwanese is getting chosen. I would have to be spectacular just to be equal.
- In my insane head, to be “normal” is to embody self-respect, knowing my potential and taking action with it, honorably breaking the glass ceiling. Being “normal” doesn’t have a sit down with the children about experiencing a world who has an issue with their skin color. I believe racism will still exist until Jesus comes back, but we don’t have to continuously take the mistreatment. Until then, we have to be spectacular in dealing with the mistreatment.
- I am upset with America because it wants to devalue Black people so that they don’t get out of the slave mentality and realize their true potential. After #StopAsianHate, an act by the United States that prohibits harm towards Asians and Asian-Americans was made (COVID-19 Hate Crimes Act, yet I may be wrong), yet I don’t think they want to make the same type of act for Black-Americans and Africans because I think the United States holds on to slavery. I’m still finding out what our ancestors contributed to, yet the credit goes missing, possibly due to pride or jealousy or wanting to keep it hidden for fear of being convicted. We can continue to shout #BlackLivesMatter, and it goes against old thinking, and if the old thinking demands respect without treating others the same, I find it adolescent and stiff-necked.
- I have heard the saying that we, Black people, come from kings and queens. I find it troublesome that we don’t treat ourselves that way. If we come from royalty, why not carry ourselves like royalty or treat each other like royalty?
- I want to be international, able to communicate to anyone of a different ethnicity, but I can find resistance. Some, Black and not Black, would want me to stay within my own group, yet I find some in the Black community not accepting me because I’m not their clone, not “cool” like them, not behaving in an acceptable matter. It’s sometimes like White, Asian, Hispanic and others can get together and have a good time, but Black people has to have a good time on their own. I would warn the others if they want to “borrow” from our culture, they have to include us, too. If not, the traffic light reads red.
- I feel the United States want Black Americans to only have jobs in the food industry, janitorial, and manufacturing. A friend of mine knew I was looking for a job, and I was cleaning hospital rooms at the time. He set me up to work as a cashier. They knew I have a Bachelor’s degree, yet it’s overlooked. Some can have Master’s degrees, yet still be encouraged to work for Taco Bell.
With everything I said, thoughts and all, I could be wrong, but at the time these things were flowing through my head, and I hope we as people grow away from the poisons and kills societal growth.
And I’m just getting started.