Kimberly Wyche: A Conceptual Analysis

January 25, 1978 was when I was born, An African American girl not knowing what was to be for her years down the road. Growing up in Detroit, Michigan, I was around plenty of people that are like me. My name is Kimberly Wyche and this paper will provide an overview of my experiences within my community and focus on ethnicity and the way race and ethnicity has shaped my own personal life view, as well as the way I am perceived by others. Growing up in Detroit I never knew what being an African American really was or what African Americans went through to become free and equal in the United States. Detroit is a big city in Michigan and according to (2010) Nielsen Demographics “ the 2000 census states African Americans made up 81.6 pct
I was in a car with a native friend who had no drivers licensce, and didn’t stop at a stop sign. The native american cop instantly pulled me out the car, searched me, emptied my purse and basically made me sit on the ground while him and the driver chuckled and laughed to themselves. Later that day, I asked my friend did she get a ticket or anything, and she replied “no, its good to be native”. I often visit the library here in town and can never find a book that’s written by a African American Person. I have requested certain books and the librarian will tell me that’s not one of the books they carry. When I vist doctors offices and governmental buildings, theres no pictures or magazines or books that I am used to, such as the Ebony or Jet
Ernie Ziegler is a good leader to the city, Centrals Michigans Basketball team is ranked one of the highest in the state, and its because he makes his team work as a team, no matter what race or prejudices one may have, in order to play as a team, you have to leave all that negative energy at home. Ernie said to me that if he could have more stores cater to ethnic people, it will help the community expand. We usually have to travel to Saginaw, which is like an hour and half away. There is one walmart, and a Meijers and they have one small aisle, they consider the ethnic aisle. During Christmas time, trying to find an african american doll for my neice also was a problem. There is not one store in mount pleasant, that sells African American dolls, they have White, Mexican, Indian but no african americans, to me that’s a problem. If I could change anything, it would be to better educate people not to group everyone together. Not all african american people are robbing, and stealing and on