It's kinda weird, going to a majority white school as a black kid. Like as a kid you know that you have darker skin and you're a different race than most of the other kids. At first this doesn't bother you (at least in my experience ). You know that the other kids probably have a different way of life than you, but you don't particularly dwell on it. At least in the beginning.
For me that changed around third grade. When my teacher was suddenly serious and solemn and sat the entire class down and explained slavery to us. Particularly the enslavement of black people in America. I already knew about this, the black movement, and the speeches, the whole shebang. My parents and just about any black adult in my life made sure I did.
What came as a surprise to me was everyone else's reactions. They had never heard of such a thing before and as my teacher awkwardly explained how some white people enslaved an entire race, my race, I watched dozens of beady little eyes turn in my direction.
As if to say, "really? That happened to people like you? Black people?"
Let me make something clear, I don't think it was wrong of my third grade teacher to explain slavery to us because it's important to know. I don't think she did it out of some malicious intent to humiliate. I do not think that the kids in that class were racist per se or even cruel because I really can't attest to that.
What I'm trying to get at here is this: from that point on school made a point out of going over and over again about slavery. But it never got to the meat of it, not really. It was the exact same lessons, exact same homework, and the kids in my classroom weren't just kids in anymore. They were White Kids and I was a Black Kid and that seemed enough to be a divider. It seemed there was this constant caution not to offend me. And if it were not that it was back handed insults.
I don't have any hard feelings, kids are kids, it doesn't make it right, but yknow.
I'm not gonna say," there is no race, only the human race" because I have had many people tell me this as their defense for not being racist despite me not mentioning it to begin with. Point is! We're all different, even kids can see that. And that's okay. We should revel and enjoy our differences because it just makes society as a whole, better. However, I don't think we should draw a huge divider between each other. We'll always see someone and say," a black guy" or "a white guy" and that's fine and all.
I just don't think we should pit ourselves against each other. White VS Black. Man VS Woman. Right VS left.
Embrace our differences but don't let them tear us apart.
Of course I know it's not that simple by any means. I still think it's worth a try though, I think we can be a little better. I think I can be a little better. Just gotta try a little bit.
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Stephanie, breaking off in the middle of her debrief with Bruce, "I-- what is on your helmet?
"Mind your fucking business." Jason replied, grabbing some tools for his bike.
Steph squinted. "Is that a Paw Patrol character?"
Jason rolled his eyes, ignoring her, but Tim blocked his path, grinning at the stickers.
"Hey it's Marshall. And Rubble. Didn't know you were a fan."
"Seriously?" Jason, realized that more and more of his siblings' eyes were on him and sighed heavily. It was a small mercy that Damian wasn't here.
"Enough already, the kids in the Narrows wanted me to do it, and if anyone says another word they can get fucking paw patrol bandages to match."
The way Steph, Tim and Dick were grinning told him they knew full well that he was blushing under the hood.
But wisely they kept their mouths shut, ans Jason navigated around Tim, sneaking a glance at Bruce as he left, irritated to spot the small smile.
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James: Hey Reggie
Reg: ...
James: are you...okay?
Reg: you said if im feeling stressed I should go on a run.
James: yes...?
Regulus: fuck you James
James: Reg explain please
Regulus: I go out run for the first 5 minutes but then I see people so I can't stop for a breath for another 10 and then I can't breathe, I feel sick, I taste blood James...BLOOD
James: ...
Regulus: and then I keep running, I still can't breathe and then i nearly slip THERES SO MUCH MUD so i can't even run properly without falling on my ass and I want to cry and go have a hot shower because it was freezing and i cannot feel my limbs but i'm also sweating I HATED it James.
James: ...well... Are you still stressed?
Regulus: ...THATS NOT THE POINT
James: ...
Regulus: ...no I guess not
James: so it did work
Regulus: ...you have 5 seconds
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might get tomatoes thrown at me but i would rather have a poorly drawn female character than a poorly written female character, for example nami who looks more and more every day like she doesn’t have room in her abdomen for her organs has probably some of my favorite writing and characterization for a major female character in a shounen manga. would it be great to have both realistic body proportions and good writing? yes ofc, but i’ll take what i can get fr
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The Rosier twins are the best at telling lies. Him and Pandora could have you doubting your entire existence if they wanted to. One time I think they halfway convinced Barty that Pandora was actually adopted, and it was only “halfway” because they were just joking and therefore not trying very hard to be convincing. Barty felt kind of dumb after that, though, because they look pretty much the exact the same even though they’re fraternal.
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