Nutz
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Shit, that happened to me in the late 80's when I transferred to NC. I was in all AP and advanced classes and an honor roll student...the counselor tried to prevent me enrolling.I am presenting this post to my history class to explore racial discrimination, and how we as a society have experienced racial prejudice, and stereotyping.
The purpose of this post/discussion I would like to commence is that although as a society, we are very different ethnically, culturally and may all look very different from one another, but still have many similarities and have dealt with many hardships and adversity and that we may have a lot more in common then expected.
So my question is: Can you recall a time where you have personally been racially discriminated against, stereotyped or have been the victim of either racial prejudice or simply just stereotyped for belonging to a certain subculture or group?I am presenting this post to my history class to explore racial discrimination, and how we as a society have experienced racial prejudice, and stereotyping.
The purpose of this post/discussion I would like to commence is that although as a society, we are very different ethnically, culturally and may all look very different from one another, but still have many similarities and have dealt with many hardships and adversity and that we may have a lot more in common then expected.
So my question is: Can you recall a time where you have personally been racially discriminated against, stereotyped or have been the victim of either racial prejudice or simply just stereotyped for belonging to a certain subculture or group?
Yes. The year was 1968, and I was bused into a predominately white middle school when I was in the 8th grade.
Although I was an honor roll student at the predominately BLACK middle school that I came from, when I arrived for my first day on campus at the new school.
I met with my counselor to discuss my grades and what they had planned for me, and the counselor assumed that I was not fit for advanced classes in "their school", and proceeded to map out a curriculum that was designed for a "slow learner".
Lucky for me, my Dad happened to be the principal of a school at that time(one of only TWO black secondary school administrators in San Diego, Ca.....and for the knuckle dragging racist assholes here I can prove it)
When I went home from school that day and told him what happened, he was there the next morning, and tore up some ass.
That is the fondest memory that I have of him. He went there and got involved.
He always said...."Never allow yourself to be marginalized"
I went on to be an honor student for the next two years....in an environment, and around people who likely wanted me to fail.