Category: Culture

My Mother reads a lot. When I say that, I mean she can go through a book in a day. A day people!

With that comes knowledge. Knowledge of so many different Cultures. She has always said “you will never know what it’s like to be them”.

I always think of the color of my skin is just a pigmentation. I’m Strawberry Blond, White as White Get’s! The freckles and all. Now I didn’t always have the Blonde, I was very dead drop Red and chunky as a child.

Know what that’s like? In childhood, I’ve had my fair share of teasing, being looked at as different. I know I saw red and would react in that manner but I also grew up on a block with boys and would play with them all the typical games. Broke my right arm playing football. Those are my shoes.

That is just the outside cover of the book you see. One should never judge a book by it’s color.

None of us can know what it is like to be of a differrent ethnic background or culture.

Yet we judge. Until you walk a mile in some one shoes. You will never know. So why do we think we have the right to judge?

Racism is only alive if you allow it. Take video games for example. I’m talking about the ones you play which allow multiple members from who knows where to play against or on the same team. All you see is a name and a picture, that’s what’s in your mind of them and you have the one thing in common, the game and how you each play. But you honestly don’t know them. Yet you play together for the thing you have in common. Completly blind to anything else. Because it doesn’t come in to play. Why should it?

Yet in life and be honest, judgement comes.

My biggest question is, just because you have a different book cover what happend to simply being Kind? Accept eachother for simply who they are because reality is nobody is the same. Nobody has the exact same DNA.