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i couldn’t tell you the number of times they’ve told me my family of seven numbers only five. i couldn’t tell you the number of times they’ve told me, “they’re NOT YOUR BROTHERS. lydia is your sister, but they’re BLACK. they can’t be part of your family,” though all three are adopted. i couldn’t tell you the number of times they’ve looked at my family as if it is BROKEN, believing there’s NO WAY those two little boys with DARK skin belong in that family with WHITE skin, brown hair, and blue eyes, the perfect depiction of a german family. this is my REALITY. it TERRIFIES me, watching them look watching them see    nothing                but                       the                            skin                                  that                                        is                                           darker                                                     than                                                            their                                                                    own. no one ever questions that my little sister with her FAIR skin is my sister, but when they see my brothers, they don’t understand how we’re related. in what world do we live that this PREJUDICE is allowed? in what world do we live that JUDGING people simply by their color is acceptable? they say that it isn’t, that they don’t do it, that they know black people—are even friends with a few— so there’s no way that they’re RACIST. and     yet,           it       happens                              every                                          day. we see it on the news all too frequently but brush it off as insignificant, somebody else’s problem. PHILANDO CASTILE. TARIKA WILSON. LAQUAN MCDONALD. REKIA BOYD. OSCAR GRANT. AIYANA JONES.    ORLANDO BARLOW. SEAN BELL. MICHAEL BROWN. YVETTE SMITH. BOTHAM JEAN. ERIC GARNER. TAMIR RICE. GEORGE FLOYD. maybe you recognize these names. these names are only a fraction of UNARMED african americans— men, women, even children— KILLED because police FEARED the COLOR of their skin. how can we allow this to happen? they excuse racism, claiming it ceased long ago, saying that because there are laws against segregation, that because those laws were enacted, people automatically follow them.   then       WHY                  do                      you                             know                                       these                                                names? i hope to one day live in a world where I don’t have to fear for my brothers’ lives as they grow older. a world where I know they won’t have to fight RACISM and PREJUDICES while following their dreams. i hope to one day live in a world where we see more than just the color of someone’s skin. a world where we can learn to ACCEPT and LOVE, appreciating diversity. i hope to one day live in a world where my family is seen as just that, a FAMILY. a WHOLE, LOVING FAMILY regardless of the color of my brothers’ skin.
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 11:15 AM UTC
Black and White
i couldn’t tell you the number of times they’ve told me my family of seven numbers only five. i couldn’t tell you the number of times they’ve told me, “they’re NOT YOUR BROTHERS. lydia is your sister, but they’re BLACK. they can’t be part of your family,” though all three are adopted. i couldn’t tell you the number of times they’ve looked at my family as if it is BROKEN, believing there’s NO WAY those two little boys with DARK skin belong in that family with WHITE skin, brown hair, and blue eyes, the perfect depiction of a german family. this is my REALITY. it TERRIFIES me, watching them look watching them see    nothing                but                       the                            skin                                  that                                        is                                           darker                                                     than                                                            their                                                                    own. no one ever questions that my little sister with her FAIR skin is my sister, but when they see my brothers, they don’t understand how we’re related. in what world do we live that this PREJUDICE is allowed? in what world do we live that JUDGING people simply by their color is acceptable? they say that it isn’t, that they don’t do it, that they know black people—are even friends with a few— so there’s no way that they’re RACIST. and     yet,           it       happens                              every                                          day. we see it on the news all too frequently but brush it off as insignificant, somebody else’s problem. PHILANDO CASTILE. TARIKA WILSON. LAQUAN MCDONALD. REKIA BOYD. OSCAR GRANT. AIYANA JONES.    ORLANDO BARLOW. SEAN BELL. MICHAEL BROWN. YVETTE SMITH. BOTHAM JEAN. ERIC GARNER. TAMIR RICE. GEORGE FLOYD. maybe you recognize these names. these names are only a fraction of UNARMED african americans— men, women, even children— KILLED because police FEARED the COLOR of their skin. how can we allow this to happen? they excuse racism, claiming it ceased long ago, saying that because there are laws against segregation, that because those laws were enacted, people automatically follow them.   then       WHY                  do                      you                             know                                       these                                                names? i hope to one day live in a world where I don’t have to fear for my brothers’ lives as they grow older. a world where I know they won’t have to fight RACISM and PREJUDICES while following their dreams. i hope to one day live in a world where we see more than just the color of someone’s skin. a world where we can learn to ACCEPT and LOVE, appreciating diversity. i hope to one day live in a world where my family is seen as just that, a FAMILY. a WHOLE, LOVING FAMILY regardless of the color of my brothers’ skin.
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 11:15 AM UTC
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