James Baldwin, in his essay "If Black English Isn't a Language, Then Tell Me What Is?," wants readers to understand that, even if a language has a different "dialect" from its "common" form, it is still a valid language. The language in dispute here being "Black English". Baldwin presents various arguments to solidify his points. Baldwin touches upon the point how a language "evolves" to form different versions of the same language. He cites the example of how a "Frenchman in Paris" would have an abstruse time comprehending what a man from Marseilles or Quebec is saying.…
People of different races use the word “nigga”—especially the younger generation of the America—however, using either n-word is still very offensive to people of all races. For instance, Tehran Von Ghasri, an African-American actor, said, “I’m still uncomfortable with [a] white guy saying, ‘You’re cool nigga.’ But in 25 years, I would hope that my kid’s not uncomfortable—because that white guy wouldn’t mean it in a demeaning, degrading way.” What Ghasri’s sentiments about the use of “nigga” by non-blacks reveal is that some African-Americans are still ambivalent about its use outside of the black community. By Von Ghasri explaining how he does not feel comfortable being called “nigga,” clearly illustrates the negative connotation of the word…
anguage in a society can differ vastly amongst different social classes or races. The rich are seen to use more pompous words while people in cities make use of slang. This difference isn't as big a deal as it used to be and is seen as very normal for the current times. However in the case of blacks in the early 1900s this was different, especially in the south. They adopted a very lackadaisical cadence which in term reflected just how ignorant they were at times but they had no choice in the matter. While this may seem like a negative in certain aspects is is starkly the opposite. Take for example the book Their Eyes Were Watching God By Zora Hurston, in it Hurston uses the way of speaking used by those kinds of black people to tell a rich…
In today’s African American community, many speak and use a different form of “standard” English. Ebonics is a form of English that was established by the early US slaves in search of a reliable means of communication. During slavery, there were laws which mandated that any person caught teaching a slave to read or write could be fined and/or put in jail. This left them to fend for themselves and create their own form of communication. As time has progressed, the Black slag, known as Ebonics, is recognized by many as a less sophisticated form of English. From a linguistics stand point, the use of this slang leads to a negative reflection on the people within the African American culture. And it should be noted, this can be said for any culture within a society’s norms for language. The use of Ebonics merely handicaps the African American society and limits their success and respectability among the educated world due to its negative connotations and…
As slaves became free their words became owned by white people. Many white people would tell “jokes using [a] variety of black language” (Savan 377) to insult the education level of black people. These same white people would also misspell letters in words to make fun of uneducated (black) people. Soon after “white society [stopped] mocking black talk [as much]”(Savan 365) and began marketing black talk. This marketing ranges from misspelling words such as xtreme, kidz, and newz, to using black language for government elections, Mcdonald's commercials, and even a Mercedes Benz commercial. Many of…
This text made me think about the way I talk and how I sound to others. Growing up in a family who uses Black English, I rarely use it myself. Sometimes I can hear myself say certain phrases that I feel normal saying out in public, but most of the time I speak Standard English. This text…
Sherlock flopped down, in his armchair, a scowl adorning his lips. He was bored and it bloody showed. “God! I’m so bloody bored!”, the curly, raven haired, male shouted before he jumped up and grabbed the gun from the side table, raised it up and pulled the trigger. Bang! Bang! Bang!…
I hate Oreos. “Milk’s favorite cookie”? Yeah, right. Do not get me wrong who can resist a Snickers or a slice of cherry pie, I love sweets, but I would pass on a whole box of Oreos for these any day. Being called this sweet name with such a vicious meaning behind it ruined this sugary treat for me. According to my friends I have a severe problem with not being “black” enough, and they claim my numerous track accolades are the only “black” thing about me. I have always been proud of my Caribbean heritage, my parents instilled in me from day one to never shy away from my Jamaican and St. Maarten upbringing, but growing up in white suburbia has made it difficult. Throughout most of my grade school career I have been one of approximately 5 black kids in my grade, and in high school I have been one…
It was a beautiful day in April, 1963, and in a store downtown there was an argument going on.…
As I entered homeroom, I noticed I was the only latina present and that there was only one other person of color. At first this did not bug me, but as the week went by, I realized that we were the only two non-white students in the whole middle school. This made me feel very out of place, because I had never been the only Latina at a school, so I did anything I could to fit in. I was willing to let people make me their own personal dictionary, for inappropriate language, or to translate their readings. As a person of color, I was always taught to put others before me or else I would be seen as rude and uneducated, so I complied. Throughout my life, I have witnessed that many upper class citizens take their privilege for granted; they do not…
Strange as it may seem, growing up in a racially mixed family made me unaware of how prevalent racism exists. Growing up in a white middle class family that included 3 adopted siblings of different races as well as living in many different parts of America including Puerto Rico clearly made my mindset seriously more open minded than a lot of people. So truly understanding racism must be personally experienced to grasp an inkling of it.…
When we got to my house, my friend was there. My younger sister wanted to go hang out with her friend down the street, so he and I went down the street to bring her while Leann and Kyanna stayed at my house. When we got to the neighbors yard, I could feel eyes peering at me through the window. My sister’s best friend came outside and I felt the same look again. Someone was definitely watching us. We heard movement in the house. Rushed movement, like someone was afraid. My sister’s best friend went back in the house to find out what was wrong. She came back out and told us that her family was afraid my friend was going to rob them. My friend was an African American and people often stereotyped African Americans to be robbers. The girl’s family…
To many in America, I am diversity. I represent a minority group, I am the exotic elephant in the room, and I am who companies include to up their diversity intake. My culture is the outline for my entire life; while it doesn't define me, it has changed and impacted my life is different ways. Diversity is the basis of all communities, and tolerance is a result of educating oneself on this topic. A group may be diverse in nature, but if not tolerant, they are not succeeding in being diverse in action. My life as an Indian-American student in a upper-middle class neighborhood may not seem to give much insight on diversity, but my experience has not been stereotypical. From an early age, my parents surrounded our family with Indians. It was not…
In an article in the New York Times, Racism on Campus: Stories from New York Times Readers, Maya Bird-Murphy told her story. Bird-Murphy was one of two black students in a class of more than 20 people at Ball State University. The class was studying William Grant Still, one of the first black composers, when the Caucasian professor asked Bird-Murphy to read one of his poems written in the ‘20s. Bird-Murphy read the poem aloud in her usual voice and the professor said, “No. Do it again. You know how it’s supposed to sound. I can’t read it because that’s not my…
Growing up I was the most naive child around. I thought the world was full of sunshine and rainbows and that everyone was nice to one another. My parents raised me to remember the three b’s: be nice, be respectful and behave. They told me I could be whatever I wanted to be and I believed that for a very long time until I hit middle school. I didn't know I was different. I didn't see a difference between myself and the other kids but in fact, I am a minority. I didn't know that race was a thing until we took one month out of the nine in which school was in session and learned about slavery. That's when I was introduced to the word that haunted my ancestors and will eventually haunt me. The word was a product of hatred that white people made to boost their…