I go home from most meetings of organisations and/or clubs that I attend feeling somewhat isolated, out of place, outnumbered, unheard, feared or hated, rather than tied in and welcome. It is difficult for me to ignore and/or minimise the impact of racism on my life.
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Whenever I ask to speak to “the person in charge,” I can be sure that I will be facing someone who does not have the same skin colour as me. I am often asked to speak for all the people of my racial, cultural and/or religious group. Whenever I do well in a challenging situation, people may call me a credit to my race. If ever I swear or behave badly, people tend to attribute these behaviours to the bad morals and/or poverty of people who share my skin colour and cultural background. When I am told about national heritage, about human history or about civilisation, I am shown people who do not share the same culture or skin colour as me. It is difficult for me to find many spaces where I can be in the company of people who share the same colour as me. I cannot criticize our government, history and/or culture, and talk about how much I disagree with policies and practices without being seen as an outsider. People online or in public have directed racist slurs at me. It is difficult to find posters, postcards, picture books, greeting cards and magazines featuring people who have the same skin colour as me. The festivals and holidays my family celebrate are not usually celebrated in schools. I sometimes wish that my skin and/or hair was lighter because it would make my life easier. The only adults in schools who share the same skin colour as me are the cleaning and/or catering staff. In the news, the people who share the same skin colour as me are often portrayed as poor, helpless, and/or dangerous.įrom nursery to this day, the teachers I have had don’t share the same skin colour as me. In the history I have studied, my ancestors are not given much attention or credit. In the movies I watch, the characters who share the same skin colour as me are rarely the heroes. The books I read at school rarely have characters that share the same skin colour as me. Whenever there is a terrorist attack, people tend to look at me in a more fearful, hateful and/or accusing way. If ever I am stopped by the police, I would feel that it is likely they singled me out because of my skin colour. When I am passing through security or immigration in an airport, I am often randomly stopped and asked more questions compared to other people of a different skin colour. When I walk into a shop, the security guard is likely to keep a closer eye on me because of the colour of my skin. It’s hard to find make-up, tights and/or plasters that match my skin tone.
It’s hard to find the right hair products that work for my hair.
When I walk into any British supermarket, I will rarely find plenty of food products that meet my family’s traditions. The question “where are you from?” is a hard one to answer, especially if the person asking is trying to figure out why I look the way I do. People often assume I am an immigrant before I even say a word.
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