Journal#5
Racism
As
much as I want to say no to this, I know that I am a racist. I was raised in a
society wherein white looks good and black looks bad or dirty. As much as I’m
ashamed to admit this, this however is the sad reality of our world today. Due
to the influences that we garnered, from the media, the culture and my
upbringing I grew up like this. While in my defense my racism was not the
racism that mocks other races, such as stereotyping and name-calling but my
racism was a choice racism or rather a bias in my choice and preference. Since
I wasn’t really a racist person and I respect each and every race, I never
really bothered to wonder and to reflect about this until recently. This
reflection of mine was manifested during the CULPOLI class, when Sir Contreras asked
the class a question regarding black people and white people. That was the time
then that even my preference has a hint of racism through it or my preference
was somehow a subconscious racism.
To
be honest I do not know the solution to stop racism because you cannot stop
people from having their own biases, myself included. What we can do perhaps is
to strip down our stereotyping and start treating people by their attitudes and
not based on their race.
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