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People are ridic. |
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Just institutionalized racism, that's why I have no job and live at home...yup. When you look ambiguous or can pass as many things, you will experience the best of both worlds. Unwanted negative attention can include extra security searches on your person, intrusive questions, people calling you slurs and epithets due to your real or perceived ethnic group (and when they are mistaken it is a real hoot), or more often, the subtle, inappropriate comments and generalizations people make about your perceived group. |
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Mind you, if I saw you with a tan I might make a similar comment, but actually when white people notice a tan, it's a compliment. When I have some time, I'm going to post a thread on the significance of the tan in many "white" cultures. But when a white person is told they are "tanned black", it's a compliment. It's a status symbol kind of, that dates back to the times when the working-class moved inside, so having a tan was a sign that they were rich enough to be able to lounge in the sun rather than toil in a factory (that's the short of it). ---------- Post added 2011-09-13 at 23:18 ---------- The mexicans is my neighborhood get called as "mejicanitos" meaning short mexican in spanish by other hispanics like dominicans and PR's |
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I haven't really been a victim of racism no. I've had people try to insult me with racial slurs before but I guess because of my personality I haven't allowed it to get to me much. Words such as Slaams, a derogatory word used on muslims, many people think I'm muslim at first guess. Boesman and Hottnot very derogatory to use on a Coloured, referring to the Khoi ancestry in most Coloureds....and I'm just like "Oh, okay....
![]() I have been denied jobs for being Coloured though, guess that's kind of racist probably. My first visit to Korea I made a transit stop in Hong Kong first, the guy at the passport check desk stopped me alone out of all the passengers and checked my passport and looked at me real strangely, told me I didn't look South African, I said I am but he still looked at me weirdly. Then he told me “Nǐ shì bùshì hēi, nǐ yǒu xi*ng wǒ zhèy*ng de tóufǎ” meaning: "but you aren't Black, and you have my kind of hair". So I had to explain that I have Indian family and then he was like oh sorry sorry, you just looked suspicious. lol okay whatever he meant by that I'm not sure. But I know after that I kept wondering if everyone else thought I looked suspicious. |
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Man Im telling you the airport thing has kind of been getting to me lately. It never happens when I am dressed with a suit traveling on job related stuff but when I am with my dad or dressed casual it never fails to happen. What would you guys do? play it cool? One definitively does not want to start some shit at the airport but I do want to say something that can impact the guy but at the same time not insult him.
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I started school in the 70's, in the south, when the forced busing era began. Being (off) white, that meant I rode a bus for an hour, to a school in the ghetto, and went to school with a bunch of black kids from the projects. I was allowed to attend kindergarten in my neighborhood, but rode the bus in first grade.
In first grade, I was the only white boy in my class. I had long sandy blonde hair and was very much white in appearance. According to my mom, the teachers were puzzled about my behavior. Out on the playground, I wasn't playing with the other kids like they thought I should. Instead I would run around and flail my arms. The other kids gave me a nickname: wild boy From my memory, I actually got along with with most of the kids in class. I remember there was this one short boy who tried to act tough, like a Napoleon complex or something. He figured out, though, that if he tried to pick on me when the teachers weren't looking, I'd defend myself. If the teachers were watching, I wouldn't, because getting in trouble at school meant my mom would whip my ass, which was worse than anything he had to offer. So he got clever. We were lined up in the hallway one time... the teacher was looking the other way, or so he thought. He came up and hit me from behind. I wanted to hit him back but looked at the teacher and she was watching. She looked at me, and said "hit him". I didn't hit him immediately, because I was confused. Then she said "he hit you, so hit him back!" So I hit him. We moved for second grade, and I was in a school where it was fairly integrated, which was alright. We lived in some crappy apartments and later moved a mile or so away, into a trailer park. That neighborhood wasn't good then, and is totally jacked up now. There's actually a gangster rapper named after that neighborhood, LOL. Third grade, I was living with my grandparents, and they sent me to a Christian private school, all white. A few kids tried to pick on me there, and it didn't go well for them. I was by far the meanest kid in my class, and squashed any BS from those sheltered white Christian punks very early in the school year. However, I used to ride my bike back and forth to school there. Some older boys were hassling me and other kids in the afternoon, off of school grounds, on the way home. I would just ride away from them because they were on foot, but then they started throwing rocks at me one day. Next time I carried a fold-out box cutter, pulled it out on them when they started some shit with me. They ran like bitches. Later, I had to lie my way out of that, and tell the principal it was just a fingernail file. Fortunately I had a fingernail file with a red plastic handle at home, which looked a lot like that box cutter. Fourth grade, I left the city and moved into a semi-rural area with my dad. I fought a lot of rednecks, won some, lost some, but generally established myself as someone not to be fucked with. Went to school with that bunch until 9th grade. 10th grade, moved to the SF bay area. Last real time I had any violent trouble over my race, I was with one of my best friends, who was this tri-racial dude who looked black, and a couple of white guys we knew. We had just gone behind this pool hall where we hung out and smoked some herb. On the way back around this thrift store to the pool hall, this huge black dude and this smaller Chicano dude, older guys who had been drinking at the pool hall, came up to us. This Mexican dude singled me out and wanted to know why I had started shit with his "cousin Mario"? I tried to talk my way out of it, basically pinned up against the wall by these guys, while my friends stood there watching. I had no clue who this guy or his cousin Mario was. He wasn't taking no for an answer and smacked me in the jaw, but it was weak. I'm a lefty and he didn't see it coming, I stuck him hard with a left in his mouth. He got stunned by that and fell back some, but this giant black guy clocked me in the forehead, which also bounced the back of my head against the stone wall I was backed into. I had knots on the front and back of my head from that later, LOL. My black-ish friend jumped into this guys face and started talking to him, black on black stuff, I had just moved from out of state and they had the wrong guy. Meanwhile, Mario's unnamed cousin and I engaged in blows, while these two white dudes stood and watched. Nothing conclusive came out of that engagement. Then the huge black dude (who I later learned was from Oakland and freshly released from jail), convinced by my homey, grabbed his friend and told him to chill. That was the last time I recall of being a victim of violence over racism, and no racism has affected me in particular during the course of my life. As Spark mentioned earlier in the thread, it is often handy to be one thing and be able to pass as another. Asians got major grief out in the bay area but I passed as white and hung out with whites, my tri-racial homey, and his brothers, so it wasn't my problem. Other racism I have encountered, institutional stuff like getting pulled over in a black neighborhood for being white (a couple of miles from my house) hasn't really been a problem for me. |
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I used to play for a baseball league in DR, I think I was around 12 or so. We used to visit other towns, and play with the local teams, if the town was too far away we would stay in the house of a member of the opposing team. In one trip we had to stay in the Capital of DR, the guy I stayed with lived in a neighborhood or ghetto called Los Minas. It seem as if I was the only light skin person in the hall barrio, and People there would call me "decolorio", and "deteñio" which means colorless all the time , most said it jokingly, but a few would say it with an offensive tone, that plus being made fun of my accent left me with a very negative view of the capital/Capitaleños.
Also, back in high school during lunch I used to sit in a table with all my Dominicans friends, we were all Dominicans except for one Mexican guy, one time we invited a couple of white girls to sit with us, and chat. After about 15 minutes another girl comes by, and loudly said to her friends sitting down, "why are you sitting with these Pablitos? don't you know better". Everyone went silent for a sec, but we just kept talking, and ignored her comment. I think those are the only two occasions that I would consider, being a victim of some sort of racism. |
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Not sure if it was racism, buy I've gotten some pretty nasty stares from Muslim Pakistanis. I also hate meeting the 'false liberal' type whites who try their best to sugar coat everything as to not sound racist. It gets really annoying when talking to them. They come out sounding like douches really. This blonde woman seemed quite rude to be one time, when I was being quite generous to her, but I wouldn't cite these things as 'racism', perhaps these people were having a bad day? Who knows? All I know is that I don't want to experience a really racist experience.
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I did experience colorism come to think of it. I was a little kid, and two other kids were in the playground with me. I sat on bench in the shade. This lighter skinned guy stood in the sun for some reason. This lighter skinned girl said, just in ear shot. "He's quite dark, why doesn't he let you seat on the bench. He could bare the sun more than you." At the time I brushed it off, but come to think of it, it was pretty prejudiced imho. Also, I sorta sugar coated what she said, 'cause she said it in a pidgin, crude version of English which most of you wouldn't understand. Ironically though, this same girl ended up wanting me as her bf when we were teens. I turned her down reminding her of what she said. "Justice has finally been served," I said to myself with a grin. Other than that I really haven't met any type of racism. I usually don't go looking for it so..
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I started school in the 70's, in the south, when the forced busing era began. Being (off) white, that meant I rode a bus for an hour, to a school in the ghetto, and went to school with a bunch of black kids from the projects. I was allowed to attend kindergarten in my neighborhood, but rode the bus in first grade. |
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In highschool this mexican kid I knew called me white boy one day, then muttered under his breathe about how the teacher gave me a good grade on my math test because he's white too. I then called him mulatto boy and he got pretty mad, so I just called him a hypocrite for getting angry and then it was over.
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It's in no way racism but there is a Lebanese restaurant in town run by Muslims. My family gets treated like shit every time we go there.
once my bro, mom and I went there for a bite, as we were sitting and eating the wife (who's always tucked away slaving int he kitchen) comes out and starts starring at us with an irate grimace on her face. We were obviously very turned off of the place until eventually my sorta cousin goes into business with the guy and becomes partner ![]() thats lovely! ![]() ![]() |
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In highschool this mexican kid I knew called me white boy one day, then muttered under his breathe about how the teacher gave me a good grade on my math test because he's white too. I then called him mulatto boy and he got pretty mad, so I just called him a hypocrite for getting angry and then it was over. |
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I have no problem being called black, it's just the way he said it. Imagine if I go up to a white person and say DAMN You're White as FU*K! Without even knowing them and making a disgusted face at the same time. ![]() Plus, Anderson Cooper is white as fuck and he's hot. |
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If you said that to a white person, even jokingly, they might be insulted (unless they have a good sense of humour, like Conan O'Brien made up "Pale Force" making fun of himself, a super white superhero who blinds his enemies by shooting rays of white light out his nipples |
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