Ballad Of Racism Research Paper
Paul Botros
Ms. Cocuzza
101-02
3/2/05
The Ballad of Racism
Prejudice and Ignorance are a lethal cocktail that have always left civilization with an discomforting hangover. Unfortunately history is an endless waltz , in which the ballad of racism and ignorance never ends. They dig deep into ones heart and mind and even have the power to brainwash a person.
Twenty-five years ago my mother and father fled their homeland in fear of religious persecution, and intolerance. Among a land of fanatical Islam and hypocritical government my Coptic Orthodox parents sought refuge in America. A place my parents believed, where racism was a thing of the past. For the most part, I have dealt with it with ease but it was only until a friend said something …show more content…
did I then realize that even the closest people you know, you trust, and stand up for can turn on you.
Being of Egyptian and Greek decent many of my peers cracked the occasional "pharaoh" joke which I didn't take offence since I was proud of my heritage and its history.
After all the middle eastern conflict began brewing one day an arrogant "friend" asked me where my father, Osama Bin Laden was. Usually I could easily let this go, but this person did this to act tough in front of his peers and make an ass out of me.
Instantly, something inside me was set ablaze almost as if someone struck a match within me. Now that my fight or flight system kicked in, it felt almost as if I was my feet had wings. I chased him as speedily as I possibly could with every intention of pummeling this him as soon as I caught him. By the time I caught up with this rabble-rouser, he had fled to his car and driven away.
Looking back on my actions I see that my reaction was not the best suited for the situation. I let my temper get in the way of my thinking, and by chasing the "clown" I let him get the best of me and letting him do what he intended. Many of my friends were shocked to see me this angry. Empty-headed remarks, be they racist or stereotypical breakdown a person's core over time and I believe cause a person to either breakdown, or go
crazy.
One advantage of being the stereotyped person is that one can easily shatter a stereotype like glass if a person is open minded, and generally educated. This isn't to say that the uninformed are all racists but generally from my personal experience it's been that they are generally the more xenophobic contingent of the masses.
Leading by example in my opinion is the strongest tool in breaking the barriers of stereotypes and misconceptions of people. While I know for a fact that many of my friends were very prejudiced towards those of Mediterranean-Middle Eastern decent, I know that after becoming good friends with them many if not all of their biased beliefs have disappeared.
By having been stereotyped many times one almost becomes different. Different in that I understand what anyone (albeit a certain ethnicity or age group) who has ever fallen victim to racism or intolerance has been though. My past experiences may not have been nearly as bad as others experiences but nevertheless I know and understand how it feels.
I always hope and pray that the cycle of prejudice and racism will end soon because they are like a virus which can spread rapidly. It takes no notice, and does not care of others around, instead take comfort in making others lives more uncomfortable. Only by addressing these issues personally can we bring about change.
Ms. Cocuzza
101-02
3/2/05
The Ballad of Racism
Prejudice and Ignorance are a lethal cocktail that have always left civilization with an discomforting hangover. Unfortunately history is an endless waltz , in which the ballad of racism and ignorance never ends. They dig deep into ones heart and mind and even have the power to brainwash a person.
Twenty-five years ago my mother and father fled their homeland in fear of religious persecution, and intolerance. Among a land of fanatical Islam and hypocritical government my Coptic Orthodox parents sought refuge in America. A place my parents believed, where racism was a thing of the past. For the most part, I have dealt with it with ease but it was only until a friend said something …show more content…
did I then realize that even the closest people you know, you trust, and stand up for can turn on you.
Being of Egyptian and Greek decent many of my peers cracked the occasional "pharaoh" joke which I didn't take offence since I was proud of my heritage and its history.
After all the middle eastern conflict began brewing one day an arrogant "friend" asked me where my father, Osama Bin Laden was. Usually I could easily let this go, but this person did this to act tough in front of his peers and make an ass out of me.
Instantly, something inside me was set ablaze almost as if someone struck a match within me. Now that my fight or flight system kicked in, it felt almost as if I was my feet had wings. I chased him as speedily as I possibly could with every intention of pummeling this him as soon as I caught him. By the time I caught up with this rabble-rouser, he had fled to his car and driven away.
Looking back on my actions I see that my reaction was not the best suited for the situation. I let my temper get in the way of my thinking, and by chasing the "clown" I let him get the best of me and letting him do what he intended. Many of my friends were shocked to see me this angry. Empty-headed remarks, be they racist or stereotypical breakdown a person's core over time and I believe cause a person to either breakdown, or go
crazy.
One advantage of being the stereotyped person is that one can easily shatter a stereotype like glass if a person is open minded, and generally educated. This isn't to say that the uninformed are all racists but generally from my personal experience it's been that they are generally the more xenophobic contingent of the masses.
Leading by example in my opinion is the strongest tool in breaking the barriers of stereotypes and misconceptions of people. While I know for a fact that many of my friends were very prejudiced towards those of Mediterranean-Middle Eastern decent, I know that after becoming good friends with them many if not all of their biased beliefs have disappeared.
By having been stereotyped many times one almost becomes different. Different in that I understand what anyone (albeit a certain ethnicity or age group) who has ever fallen victim to racism or intolerance has been though. My past experiences may not have been nearly as bad as others experiences but nevertheless I know and understand how it feels.
I always hope and pray that the cycle of prejudice and racism will end soon because they are like a virus which can spread rapidly. It takes no notice, and does not care of others around, instead take comfort in making others lives more uncomfortable. Only by addressing these issues personally can we bring about change.