Racism or just plain old mean

When it comes to Racism I try to be silent on the topic, probably because I’ve always wondered if I should write on such an evil topic that provokes such bitter controversy and hatred. Racism is one of the vilest of social cancers. Here is my recent experience-

I and my friends were walking down the road trying to survive the cold snowy evening, it was a -23 but definitely felt like a -30. As we hurried along, this middle aged man strongly hit me with his shoulder :(. He didn’t even look back or care, it was very clear he did it on purpose. Plain old mean I thought. That was just unfair, but It wasn’t enough for me to lose my grip over so we went along. Not more than 50 meters from there, some young boys were walking towards us; they were probably around 11-12 years of age. The next thing I knew one of them picked up a snow ball and threw it at us and shouted you black ********, we were practically angry and screaming at them but they kept laughing and screaming monkeys like that was the only English words they knew.

    One of my friends just stood there staring at them and they kept kicking and pouring snow on her. She just stood and watched. I felt a tear about to fall down my cheek but I sucked it up because I wasn't about to give them their satisfaction by crying ;(. Due to my standards. I wasn't ready to stoop down to their level to actually Say some hurtful things back. After that we just did what was right for the situation. We walked away. Why stay? Obviously their pathetic little lives seem to breed nothing but weakness which causes them so much harm they must latch onto something or someone.

I’ve always thought that racism is based on experiences that people have had with other races, and that made them bitter but thinking of those young kids screaming such mean words, gave me a different light to it. You see racism is fueled by ignorance and fear, and it should not exist. It's ridiculous to make assumptions about people because of the color of their skin, but people do it all the time. See this is the strange thing; people are racist out of fear, probably because of insecurity, misinformation, or normally some sick excuse. No Man is superior to another because of his race be it Black, White, Arabs or Asians. Wake up people! Racism is just a childish hate, bigotry usually hidden by blind patriotism....

Analysis of Maya Angelou's phenomenal woman.

Many call Maya Angelou a Feminist for writing this poem and some even say the poem has no positive side,  but only because they don’t understand the reason behind the poem. I totally connect to what she is saying. Simply put all she is saying that women who rely on their pretty appearance to attract men cannot understand why men will pass over them to get to a strong, intelligent, and phenomenal woman. It really talks about accepting yourself and how you are because God created you in his own image. Maya is full of expression in every gesture. There is no shame in being comfortable with you and being confident does not mean a person is pompous. This poem states that just being you is all a woman needs to do to be attractive and alluring to men.

by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.