Sample #2: Racism
Racism
There is a beautiful healthy child born in Canada, full of life, full of energy. The child holds all the hopes and dreams of his parents but in the back are all those who despise the birth of another coloured child.
Growing up, the child is told, “It’s the white man you have to fear.” Not understanding what this truly means, he walks through a white neighbourhood, only to be beaten until he is unconscious.
Growing up, the child has seen his best friend go to jail for something he did not do. He asks his friend, “Why are you going to jail when you didn’t do anything?” His friend looks at him awkwardly and says, “Don’t you know by now, it’sbecause I’m a brown man.”
Growing up, the child has seen the hatred of all those who call him racial names, and he doesn’t know why they do this to him. He asks his mother, “Why do they say those mean things to me?” She, full of anger and hatred, knowing what her child is going through, can only hold him tightly in her arms and say, “I’m sorry.”
This beautiful child growing up has seen the faces of those standing in the back looking at him with hatred in their eyes. For years he has searched for the reason for their hatred, but he has still not found out why.
There is a beautiful healthy child born in Canada, full of life, full of energy. The child holds all the hopes and dreams of his parents but in the back are all those who despise the birth of another coloured child.
Growing up, the child is told, “It’s the white man you have to fear.” Not understanding what this truly means, he walks through a white neighbourhood, only to be beaten until he is unconscious.
Growing up, the child has seen his best friend go to jail for something he did not do. He asks his friend, “Why are you going to jail when you didn’t do anything?” His friend looks at him awkwardly and says, “Don’t you know by now, it’sbecause I’m a brown man.”
Growing up, the child has seen the hatred of all those who call him racial names, and he doesn’t know why they do this to him. He asks his mother, “Why do they say those mean things to me?” She, full of anger and hatred, knowing what her child is going through, can only hold him tightly in her arms and say, “I’m sorry.”
This beautiful child growing up has seen the faces of those standing in the back looking at him with hatred in their eyes. For years he has searched for the reason for their hatred, but he has still not found out why.