Long Way to Go…
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I don’t understand what it is that makes people be racist against another. Okay, I’ll admit
it…compared to most Pakistani people I have lighter skin, most people even mistake me
as being Spanish instead of Pakistani! And I wear jeans and t-shirts and I have bangs like
all the other girls do and I can speak English. Usually, though, when some ignorant and
extremely immature people see me I can hear their whispers of “Terrorist…terrorist…” and
points at me, and my friend who wears a scard around her neck. Still, whatever, no biggie;
I look back at them and say, “Yeah I’m a terrorist, you got a problem with it? I’m two
months short of graduation!” Look I’m totally kidding but I might as well play along if
they’re accusing me of it, right? I have no problem with it. If they want to be assholes
to me then two can play at that game.
But those are just people here and there, people that I won’t see ever again. What am I
supposed to do when the racist is my teacher? Then what? Currently, my English teacher
is making my life hell. I have four other “brown” friends in my English class. I noticed,
and I’m ashamed to say it only just dawned on me, that she put four of us brown kids
together in the back of the room and when my other brown friend came to sit with me
my teacher did nothing about it, though usually when people change seats she gets
really angry. But it didn’t bother her. Maybe I’m assuming things, jumping to conclusions
but my English teacher is always targetting me; and it’s only just started. No other teacher
of my two years of high school has ever given me a hard time about anything. She’s
the first to start butting heads with me. And for what? The fact that I can speak
a language other then English and French? That I call my god “Allah” and not “God”?
Some people…are just so ignorant it’s pathetic. And it makes me sick that they can’t
grow up and get over themselves.
