I know what you are thinking “why is some blonde haired blue eyed woman going to sit around talking about prejudice for? What could SHE possibly know about it?”
Well, I’ll tell you what I know about it. I’m adopted. Not the cute kind of adopted where a loving family was looking for a child so they went to an adoption center, picked me out, brought me home, and loved me for the rest of my life. In fact, it was nearly the opposite.
I was given away by my biological mother at 2 weeks old, to a friend of hers. This wonderful lady, named Sarah, took care of me until I was around 2. Because she was married to a black man, my biological father came and got me to live with him and my step mother. He is a racist, though I honestly didn’t get to see much of it, other than him taking me away from a good home over it. This is where my hell began. Instantly, the woman hated me, and because she hated me, her children hated me too. All because of who I was born to. So, when the abuse got to be too much, my grandparents came and got me and gave me to MY STEPMOTHERS SISTER. Yes, you read that part right. Thus, my evil stepmother was my aunt and my biological father was my uncle most of my life.
Let’s focus on the wonderful step mother for a moment. I was 2 when I entered into her house, and probably around 4 when I was taken out. Because I lived with her sister though, I was around that family until I was 12. For those 10 years, I didn’t understand why they hated me. I had never done anything to them, and in fact had tried everything I could think of to “make them like me.” As a teen I got to be away from them, and as a young adult and a woman, I simply stayed away from them.
I met my biological family when I was 18. I’ve never felt more disconnected from anyone in my life. I wasn’t part of this family, I didn’t have their upbringing. They thought I had it better because I was out of the family, and I thought they had it better because they only had one parent, devoted to them, always.
So I stand firmly between 2 families. One side hates me because of whom I was born by, and the other dislikes me because I didn’t have to “suffer” like they did.
It’s the same thing with racism. We hate people because of the color of their skin, and much like me not being able to change who the fuck made me, people cannot change the pigment of their skin. It honestly taught me a valuable lesson about hate.
What I have learned about prejudiced people is that typically you aren’t going to change their minds. Much like I cannot get the evil step mother to stop hating me because of whom I was born by, you cannot get people to stop hating you because of the color of your skin, your religion, or whatever other stupid ass factor people hate one another for. When it comes down to it, we can only change ourselves, and how we perceive those fools. Take me, for instance, I look at my evil step mother like the old woman in “The Beverly Hillbillies” even though I really quite liked her in the show, the idea that a person could be that uneducated, ignorant, and out of touch with reality, is clearly marked by her behavior. Every time she comes around, the theme song plays in my head. I want to grab a banjo. You should be thinking the same. It’s not a reflection of you, it’s a reflection of them, and how THEY think. Imagine walking around that ignorant.
When you dislike a race, you miss out on the benefits of that particular race. There is a rich history of the blacks that people miss out on when they are ignorant to them. Martin Luther King, Malcom X, numerous sports hero’s, just to name a few. It’s the same with any race though, they all provide us a benefit, and it is our duty to find that benefit, and cherish it.
We shouldn’t hate what we don’t know, or don’t understand, we should educate ourselves on it.
The most ignorant person in this situation is my step mother and her brood. She got all them to hate me, one bad enough that he drives by smirking at me from time to time just to remind me he hates me, as if everything he did to me as a child wasn’t enough to cement that in.
I’ve never done anything to any of these people, and yet they dislike me. We can ignore it, and hope it goes away, but it’s not going to. Just like your skin isn’t going to change color, or you are going to change religions. There are certain things we cannot help. None of us had a choice in any of this, and that is really the messed up part. They hate you for something you cannot even change.
I am not sure about homosexuality, but it has to be much of the same. I’ve never even considered not liking someone because they were gay, and can hardly understand the aversion to it, to be honest. It’s none of my business what people do in their bedrooms, much like it’s none of your business what goes on in mine.
Now, having lived in Texas for 18 years, I know some of you are thinking I am being completely partial on this whole “race” issue. There are some black and Hispanic people that are asses. Well guess what? There are white and Native Americans that are asses too. As a matter of fact, there are asses in every race and every religion. There are even gay assholes. You cannot judge a mass of people based on a few.
Muslim extremists are a prime example. There are those that judge the entire religion based on the actions of a few extremists. That is ignorant. The Muslim people, much like the Christians, that have their own extremists, deserve for us to know that the few do not represent the majority.
So, before you judge someone, know we are all fighting battles, some are so fucked up we don’t even know how to get past them.
Oh yes, and unless you see someone a very odd shade of blue, or worshiping egg whites, don’t judge people based on what they cannot change about themselves and who they are. Educate yourself, ask questions, don’t propagate ignorance.