Racism Story

One day i was driving home with my friend and her dad. In her neighbourhood theres a few African American familys who live there. My friends dad is from Poland and grew up in a time where being racist is ok. While we we're driving down the street to her house, there was 3 african american kids blocking their parking spot. Her dad started yelling to the little kids saying "Get out of my way you dirty monkeys". At the time me and my friend thought it was funny only because her dad sounded funny with his polish accent. But afterwards i felt bad because black people get called names all the time and get discriminated against. Don't be racist.

My Racist Experience

I have heard that everyone is a little racist, that's just how most people are raised. They subconcioulsy witness different reactions towards different races and treating them slighly differently. However, some are raised specifically that very offensive, and rude racism is acceptable, those people are racists.

I know some people who have been raised to believe that harsh racism is permittable. I know students that go to my school who have been raised such as this. Just this year I recall multiple experiences of witnessing racist comments.

Our school had african-american students for many years, and they were never attacked, or made fun of because of their race. However, this year another student of different race came to our school. Of course, since no one knew anything about him/her, he/she was a perfect target for the cruel, unnecassary racist jokes and comments that many people found humourous and simply laughed, or believed it was wrong, but kept quiet to themselves about it.

On one of the student's first days at school, another student decided to make very racist jokes about him/her. While in class, the new student was minding his/her own business, and The other student had decided to say "Watch out he might bomb us."

He didn't just stop after making one statement either, he had decided to nickname him a very stereotypical name, "Paco". He made quite a few very racist jokes about him/her over the next few days. However, I never decided to comment on these remarks, I just kept quiet knowing that the student who was being made fun of wasn't being made fun of to his/her face.

I believe I could have said something to the person who was making these harsh, unnecassary, racist comments but I felt as though I wasn't obligated to do so. I felt like someone else would have done something about it, preferably a teacher if it got out of hand.

If something such as this happened again I could either have simply said that comment wasn't necessary, or told someone such as a teacher what he said. And the teacher could keep watch on the student and assure it doesn't happen again.

Racism...

I have been called racist things before and I don’t care, it just depends who it is that’s saying the racist things. If its somebody I know, I don’t care. It depends who its saying it and what they’re saying, if its somebody I know I don’t say anything. But if its somebody I don’t know, I usually just ignore them, and don’t say anything, or I just go some where else. If I saw somebody saying something racist to somebody else I tell them to leave the person alone.
I had problems b’4 I came to Canada, I got called things from people from my own country, but i never did something. Until one time I got called something that I didn’t like, my oldest brother was there with me, he didn’t do anything. I got into a fight with this guy that was racist to my family and friends, I broke his nose and he told me that he wasn’t going to ever do it again, but he f****d that up. That was the last time he did that, my oldest brother, my best friend and I, saw him one day and he say something bad, he was with three other of his friends, I kicked his A**, his friends just watched it happen. They didn’t do anything, because it didn’t have anything to do with them. I did something about it...

Racism=judo Kick!

Racism has affected many of people, I’ve witnessed many situations. This situation I have acted against racism.

It was grade 7 and it was the second day of school. We were walking towards the bus at 3:30, this kid who was older then us, he was black. My friend and I were walking and he was approaching us, and no lie, he kicked her straight into the stomach and I asked what his problem was (maybe threw in some more graphic words) and he started to say racist things, such as “why are you wearing muck lucks, you’re whiter the snow”, and began to say stereotypes to my friend. He wasn’t saying these thing to me but to my friend. This is where things got ugly, he began to say things to me now. He kept repeating “I f--ked your grandma” and something along the lines of imbreaders. My fighting senses came in and in the matter of 5 seconds I threw my backpack and grabbed this boy by his collar and threw him to the ground. I started screaming and cursing as I sat on him and consistently punching his face with my fists! He started to cry but i didn’t care, i was so angry at him for being racist to my friend and just for saying things to me that were inappropriate. He was suspended after I beat him up.

I guess I should have approached this situation a little differently but I think fighting solves a lot of problems. I am not ashamed, or apologetic to this boy. I could recommend to approach situations like this without fighting the person or persons, but I would be a hypocrite. Just judo flip these kids, I’m serious. Seriously.

RACIST

We where sitting in the class room just starting are ELA class. the teacher was talking to one of the students asking his email address and one guy can in form a different class to get his books and said to the whole class "don't trust him he's brown" no one really did that much we all just said that he was benign really racist and should stop because no one really care what color someones skin is. that's my racist experiences its was not that big or drastic but that's the only racist event i have ever seen.

Racism Black kids

This one time a band camp I was polishing my flute when I seen out of the corner of my eye a bunch of black men started pushing around a chubby white boy named derek. Later derek was saying how black people are always so mean but I thought that was very racist because not all black people are that way. But then derek said why is it always the black kids pushing me around and I said it isn't just black people every body likes pushing you around.

The N Word

One day we were coming back from Saskatoon with Grandpa. I was bored so I started playing with the radio. I found my favorite station and there was a rap song on. Grandpa said " I bet this song is sung by a N-----" When we got home I showed him the music video and the guy was white.

Another thing he did was: a T.V. guide came in the mail and it had Will Smith on the front page he took A white marker put an X through his face and wrote n----- on it. It was kind of funny at the time then I discovered that it was wrong and told grandpa to stop but he said in a very Serious voice "Black people should be killed and anyone else that isn't white". He crossed the line and Grandma yelled at him. He has toned down the Racism but he will never learn how not to be racist.

Racism

Racism is very easy to notice. Especially to the person who is the one getting the racism aimed towards them. I was told a story one time by my cousin who has a different coloured girlfriend, they have a very interesting situation that some people seem to notice. They were walking through the mall one day just like a normal couple, they got many strange looks from all sorts of people. The old people who have been around racism all of their lives gave dirty looks. Teens the same race as my cousin, even glanced at the situation. The ones they really noticed were the other black people, who obviously had mixed emotions. Some would smile at the both of them but then the rest would give dirty looks as they walked by. What are these looks supposed to mean? Im sure if it was two white people walking together, no one would even notice they were people and continue walking. Racism can be very hurtful thing, even if it is just a look and nothing is even said.

Racism

One day in wellness class there was a racist event. Mrs. Olchowski was at the board writing lists of people in each group. There was groups of four that she put together. In my group there was three different races between the four people. One of the people in my group came to me and said: I can't believe I'm the only white person in my group. This was said with a very offensive tone. More racist comments were made. By the end of the conversation I was feeling angry. I was not impressed with the things that were said, or the way they were said. I expressed my anger by telling a few other students in the class. Then I decided to find a way to hopefully make the racist situation better. So, I told Mrs. Olchowski what had happened and she took it in her own hands.

I could have personally approached the person that made the offensive comment. I could have said to them why the comment was offensive and how it could make others feel bad. I could have told the person that it wasn't appropriate to say and that I would appreciate if they wouldnt say it again, at least in my presence.

Racism Story

Once in my cooking class there was a kid and he was probably the rudest person I've ever met. And he thought it would be appropriate, to ask the exchange student from Germany if she liked Nazi's. She got really angry and started yelling at him, and he started yelling at her, for yelling at him. Then I got mad, because I have a weird group of friends, some of them are Spanish, some are Indian, flillipino, and even a Native best friend. I've delt with lots of racism involving my friends, and I can't stand it when people are racist, towards others. So I pushed him out of the classroom, because he was leaning against the door. Then I told him to shut up, and then everyone in the class got into trouble, for being to loud, and not behaving.

I think if this situation happened again. I may do things differently. I might actually make a point, of getting him to shut up, instead of doing it quietly.

Old People?

My grandma is in her 80's and very racist. One day all of my family members went to visit her. We got on the topic of my brother going on his mission for our church. She then got babbling on on about how she doesn't want my brother to get sent to anywhere in Canada or America she said that she didn't anyone of her grandchildren to leave the states because it is too dangerous to leave North America. She also said that all of the Mexicans and Asians should go back to their own country. My dad started disagreeing with her and telling her that she was wrong. After awhile it was time for a subject change.

In future situations when racism is involved, I can confront that person/people and tell them how I feel about what they said or did.

Spanish no more!

One day dreas was siiting in the class room as kelly walked in. Elly looked at him and ran away and ran down the hallway saying there is a brown kid in our class. He called him paco an and the unpleasent "n" word. The kid that is kidding picked on may kick his butt and may say some white jokes but he will be the one that always will be picked on. Elly will always be racist because he doent know what to do he just will be an insecer SOB. If I was in dreas position I would go and complain to the princaple or just take matters into my own hands and kick his ass!

Racism, Your a Bad Man

It was a school day on a afternoon and the bell had rang, all of the students had sat at their spots at the table. A student had a bottle of hot sauce for some strange reason. People were saying it was very hot so everyone wanted to try it. A few students had tried some and were saying the same things. Then it got to one student and had tried some after he had tried it the student who was passing around the hot sauce had said “ Oh I don’t want it back now, he’s brown”.



I didn’t feel very good about this because it was a racist comment and in the beginning you should keep your comments to yourself but to say it in front of everyone is wrong and it is offensive. I myself did not do anything about it because everyone was throwing in their opinions about the situation and that we were not okay with it.

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The Ture Holleywood Story of . . . .

Along time age the taions where out in joying a nice day when all of a sudden they seen 3 big floating things in the water. Coming strait for there camp, they all wondered what they where and what was going on. after the big things had got to the waters edge. and they were very scared. the taions didn't know what to do so they all hid and waited for a bit. they finally seen people come off the very big floating thing. so the taions grabbed there Spears and greeted the unusual people.the the weird guy off the big thing and stuck a big flag in the ground and said i clam this land as mine. the taions were very confused because this was mother natures and they lived here so the guy could not take there land but he did. the new guy introduced him self as Christoffer Columbus. He told the taions why he had come and what he was doing. the taions where nice to this new person and his men. they helped the man live in the wild and tough him how to survive in the winter. Christoffer had been here a long time and when he went to go back the tell the people what he had found he started to order us and kill the ones who did not do what he said. he took some of are men, women and children back with him making them be his slaves. Christoffer and his men were gone for a long time but then he came back and this time he was not as nice he had guns and big dogs, he told us to do what he said some of us tried to escape into the mountains but he hunted them down and killed them. he made the taions be his slaves he sent us out to find him gold and if we could not find a certain amount back a certain time he woulds cut off are peoples hands. he was not a good guy anymore he killed us raped are women and children he stole are land. so we tried to fight back the his men were to strong and there was to many of them we could not do it. Christoffer took over us we would not stand up to him and end we lost the battle.

Columbus is Greedy

Once upon a time I was dancing and round the fire and three big boats pulled up and parked in our boat parking lot. So we went to go check it out and then this man stepped off with a big hat and a beard with a tall flag and he stabbed it into the ground and said i found this land, its mine now. Then when he finally noticed we were standing there he thought he had discovered us and we were his. The next day he kept asking us were our gold is and wanting us to find it for him so we dug it up and showed him then he told use he was going to borrow it. Then he asked if any of us wanted to come on a luscious trip with him to his other land so as many of us that we could fit on his boat they went. I got on board too, and it was the longest trip of our lives lots of us died but i was one of the few survivors. When we got to his home he strapped us in chains right away and we became slaves forever.

Bed Intruder

It all happened so fast. Ships coming into the shore line and landing, women, men and children screaming, the white people claimed they found this land. We, the Tainos, raised our children here before the white people arrived. It was the beginning of a new hell.

The day they arrived was the day we thought we would die. The worst thing to say is, I wished we died that day. We were all pulled into a circle and this white man named Columbus gave us instructions. We were to find gold and a certain amount of it. If we didn’t we paid the price. This land was his now. As unfair as it was, we were out numbered. His people were armed with weapons such as muzzle loaders, battle axes, machetes, and armour. My dearest friend tried to rebel and declare his words of freedom, but Columbus killed him where he stood. We were too frightened and we didn’t know what to do. The men disposed of the body. Columbus protested if we didn’t do what was told we would be put to death.

I remember one day we were standing in line to hand in our gold and the man in front of me didn’t have any in his hands. Columbus’ men didn’t let the man put one word in, the grabbed his hand and chopped it off at the wrist. I witnessed the whole ordeal. It was incredibly painful to just stand there and watch this go down.

Us, Tainos put up with a lot while Columbus was our “ruler”. There was slavery, discrimination, abuse, sprees of murders, starvation, and the fear death always crossed our minds. This is our story.




Miranda Deline

Columbus

Once upon a time, many, many years ago the daily ceremonies were taking place within the our camp. All the kids were having a good time playing with the dogs and unicorns, when suddenly one of the elders from across the camp, spotted three large boats coming in from far out in the sea. Quickly everyone gathered the children and waited for the new comers to arrive. All of us Taino’s were ready with our weapons and ninja skills just in case the new people were dangerous and wanted war.

Once the new people arrived, everyone stood in awe at what had just come. We all looked at each other like “what do we do next?”, and finally one of the new comers started to speak. No one understood anything this person was saying, but from the gestures he was using, it seemed like he was very angry and wanted us to give him our weapons. After some violent throwing of the fists and yelling in foreign languages, we suddenly were all forced to spread around our land and dig for who knows what. Whenever one of us would find anything that they wanted, we would have to give it up before we could even examine it. After digging for days and days, the new comers finally let us have a break while they talked in that same mysterious tone.

During the night, the new comers would go into the bushes until morning, and we could spend our evenings around the fire. The torture never seemed to stop, and through the whole thing, we learned that the main chef of the new comers, was the hated one. Even his traveler buddies seemed to despise him and only the chef ever called us the terrible word; Indians. We only understood about three words that ever came out of his mouth and most you didn't want to hear.


When we all thought it was over, it only got worse. A lot of people from camp were killed in horrific ways and no one had a reason why. When the people brought over big things that looked very dangerous, they only made us work with them. We were forced to work with the supplies that we had worked days for, and if it was done wrong, away with the hands of the workers. If anything ever got caught or hut, one of the people would gladly get it out for you or take the pain away, with his axe. We all came to the agreement that this horrible experience would never be spoken of again if we could help it, and the newcomers would get a taste of their own medicine one day.

Caitlyn Gray

The Truth about Columbus

It was a windy and cloudy day when they first arrived here. They came with three boats. When they came to our land, we were wondering what they were doing here. Many of our people gathered around with questionable faces. Even though we could not understand them, we helped them survive the winter. But in return many of us were taken to be slaves and never returned.

When they came back, we were forced to work for our own lives. We had to mine gold for the man Columbus. If we tried to run or if we didn’t gather enough gold, our hands would be cut off. Many of us were killed by fire, being hung and guns and swords. We tried to fight but each time we fought more of our people died. Columbus had many weapons and we were no match for his weapons, but we didn’t lose hope.

Columbus, the Hero?

It was a day the same as every other day. Me and my men went out for our daily hunt. Our wives and children were at the camp making clothes and gathering food. We needed all the resources we could get, so every one worked together as a group and shared what we had. We were having bad luck on our hunting trip, but decided we should keep looking for a while longer.

One of my men yelled out, “that way, something is coming!” Our hunting tribe charged towards the animal. Quickly I commanded the men to stop, because it was not an animal. It was my daughter, she came to me running, crying and screaming. I had to listen carefully to understand her speedy words. Her message was difficult to understand for all of us including her. Someone had come to shore on massive boats.

There was not only a few people either. There were armies of men, with weapons. They could over power us in a second, but we needed to try and protect our land and people. We ran the fastest we could to get to where the commotion was coming from, and found a terrible sight. The strange people had invaded our land. This was very insulting to us, a man who seemed to be the leader told us his name was Columbus. The mysterious man said he was from another land. He needed what our land had, but he said the land was his. No one understood, we lived here, he came and now the land was his?

Columbus and his men forced my tribe to do things that we did not want to do. He threatened us, if we did not do what he wanted we would be tortured. My people were forced to find gold and take it back to Columbus, if we did not get the required amount we would have our hands brutally chopped off. Columbus brought fear to all of us.

Anything he wanted us to do we did. Farming sugarcane was an order, some of my men were put in danger everyday producing the sugarcane. The machines used were extremely difficult to use and you could easily get your clothing or even hands caught in. If this happened your hand or arm would simply be cut off. Running away was even worse than staying. You did not have much chance of actually getting away. If you were caught you would be hanged or burnt to death. Aside from the work and danger Columbus brought to our land him and his men, savagely raped our women, no mercy was felt by Columbus. Yet he is thought of as a hero who "found" the new land for people today.

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Columbus Story

Once open time we were living our life. It was a cold day when we r our daily food. When were hunting we saw a boat coming from the far we were scared and very nervous. We ran back and told everybody that a ship is coming. We got a welcome feast ready for the boat. The boat showed up and 2 men walked down to the shore we started dancing and singing when the men yelled! “Stop this noise” so we stopped. He was a tall man and was decked out in gold.The other guy looked like us he was tied up with rope and he was beat up. The man yelled his name it was Cristorpher he said to us “I have came to claim this land”. My people yelled NO! we were here first we claimed this land so leave. The man moved towards us reached back in to his pocket and pulled out a gun and started shooting he shot at the people we all ran has people were falling behind us yelling in pain. The man was on a rampage he caught some of our wife and tied them up and threw in his boat he chased everyone up into the mountains. We were all scared for our lives. Our wife are in trouble we got our weapons ready to go fight back. We started walking towards the boat when we saw a army of boat coming towards the shores we were definitely out numbered we ran back to mountains. The big man sent us a letter that our wife was killed and you better leave and let us claim this land. There was 4 big boats at the shore there were an army of people coming towards the mountains with our wives tied up on a stick with weapons they started shooting and we ran towards them to fight. We had arrows spears and bows as they had shotguns and handguns. We charged as most of our men fell to there death as they were getting shot i decided it wasn’t worth my death so i ran back up the mountain and went to the other side and hid in a cave. I hid for months eating food that came into the cave I walked up to the top of the mountain and looked over the top and I was surprised to what I saw. There were villages set up all over the places with white people living there. I ran towards to my cave I had no clue what to do. I went down to the bottom of the mountain and saw the big gates to the villages I decided to go in and thats when my world was turned around i was shot and now im here telling you how the evil man took over our world.

Story

The Story

Derek Clayton


One day I was standing alone way ahead of my tribe looking over a hill at the water. I saw this little boat that had a man standing on the end of the point on his ship. He looked like a rich man and he looked like he was coming to look for something. Me and my tribe started to walk down the hill to keep on your hunting adventure. We had along walk but we ended up at the waters edge. The boat that I saw was on the shore and the sound of men were making my tribe scared because they thought they were giants. A man came down he looked like a white gangster boy came jumping down and put a pole in the ground. He said he claimed this land by right of discovery.

I walked up to him and said this is my land I discovered it back off man. Then this white gangsta man pulled out a paper and yelled! Give me gold and find it now! He made my people wear these things on there necks and when they brought back enough gold for the gangsta dude he would put a hole on the necklace so my people didn’t get killed. Some of my people got tired and tried to run away but the guy sent dogs after my people and killed them. Some of my people could not get the right amount of gold and there hands would get chopped off. It was worst for me I had to bring back double the load then my other tribe members.

He left for awhile and he brought back more people. They seemed like creeps they were touching my people and shooting them. I was freaking out and I told my tribe we were not going to take it anymore we decided to fight back and take this white boy gangster down and kill him. We gathered our Spears and all of the available rocks and boulders. We all assembled in a line and charged. Gun shots went flying by ours heads and makes a splat and one of the my tribe members dropped dead. We started throwing our Spears and rocks taking out some people but they over powered us with all there military power and guns. We retreated back to the gold fields.

Columbus is a Bed Intruder

We saw a few boats, with a big man and some other men on it. He had guns, swords, dogs, machetes, and battle axes. All that wondered our minds was why these strange people were coming to our lands. He invaded our land and claimed it saying it was his clearly it was not. He started demanding us to find him gold and threatening us if we didn’t. He would chop off our hands if we didn't have enough gold or none. He started taking our women away and raping them. Some of our people tried to escape but if they were caught they were either hung or burned to death. Eventually many of our people died so we made a army to fight back. We had no weapons but we were fighting for our people, but we were defeated. There wasn’t much we could do but wait for our deaths to arrive.