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When have I said that? Hmm?A liberal who identifies as a "moderate"
Tell me, what"real" racism?Making fun of someones accent isnt racist.
Asking someone if they were the first person in their family to go to college isnt racist.
This is why I tell you and your racist ilk on here that you dont know what racism is.
I think he's still looking for the no blacks allowed signs.Tell me, what"real" racism?
People are people. It is like calling white paint, paint, and then say whatever color that is not white, is not paint, or saying black paint, is paint, and then say others colors that are not black, are not paint. All of the colors are paint. Dumb people say racist.And here it is...
'People Assume I'm White. This is The Racism I See'
Nikki Barthelmess
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Generally, when people say or do racist things in front of me, they think it's okay. When it is racism from white people, I suspect it is because, in a way, I look like them, so they think I am one of them. But I'm not.
When people joke about or make fun of an immigrant's thick accent in front of me, I think of the way it's difficult for people to understand my grandma. Never mind that the people who are mocking a Spanish speaker tend to only speak one language. Meanwhile, my grandma is fluent in Spanish and English, and even used to be a French translator as well.
When I hear others make judgments about the laziness of immigrants or act as though people who come to this country don't deserve to be here, I recall my grandfather telling me about how he worked tirelessly as an engineer to earn respect and professional opportunities in the United States. A former employer paid him less than what his skills were worth, but my grandpa didn't get angry. He told me he was grateful that the man took advantage of him because without that happening my grandpa wouldn't have had the chance to work and access other opportunities.
Even my siblings, who were born to the same mother and father, have been treated differently than I have. My younger brother was once pulled over by the police because he was driving a car similar to one that was supposedly stolen by a Mexican man. My brother laughed the incident off when he told me about it, but to me it wasn't funny. Maybe sometimes laughing is a way of coping, as is being grateful to be taken advantage of, or brushing off comments as even I have.
Because I, too, smile and turn the other cheek when confronted with this kind of treatment. Once, directly after I told someone that my mother was a first generation American and my grandparents are Mexican, they asked if I was the first person in my family to go to college. I felt angry and embarrassed. But I didn't snap at this woman and tell her she was being racist. I merely let her know that I, in fact, am not the first person on my Mexican side of the family to graduate from college, and then I excused myself from the conversation as fast as I could. I was angry that this woman had the audacity to make such ignorant and offensive comments, but I was also angry at myself.
Racism is not something new to me. I have grappled with my own privilege and my responsibility to correct people for ignorant thinking. It has certainly informed my work as a writer.
Who would assume she is white? Her features don't scream white.And here it is...
'People Assume I'm White. This is The Racism I See'
Nikki Barthelmess
View attachment 551745
Generally, when people say or do racist things in front of me, they think it's okay. When it is racism from white people, I suspect it is because, in a way, I look like them, so they think I am one of them. But I'm not.
When people joke about or make fun of an immigrant's thick accent in front of me, I think of the way it's difficult for people to understand my grandma. Never mind that the people who are mocking a Spanish speaker tend to only speak one language. Meanwhile, my grandma is fluent in Spanish and English, and even used to be a French translator as well.
When I hear others make judgments about the laziness of immigrants or act as though people who come to this country don't deserve to be here, I recall my grandfather telling me about how he worked tirelessly as an engineer to earn respect and professional opportunities in the United States. A former employer paid him less than what his skills were worth, but my grandpa didn't get angry. He told me he was grateful that the man took advantage of him because without that happening my grandpa wouldn't have had the chance to work and access other opportunities.
Even my siblings, who were born to the same mother and father, have been treated differently than I have. My younger brother was once pulled over by the police because he was driving a car similar to one that was supposedly stolen by a Mexican man. My brother laughed the incident off when he told me about it, but to me it wasn't funny. Maybe sometimes laughing is a way of coping, as is being grateful to be taken advantage of, or brushing off comments as even I have.
Because I, too, smile and turn the other cheek when confronted with this kind of treatment. Once, directly after I told someone that my mother was a first generation American and my grandparents are Mexican, they asked if I was the first person in my family to go to college. I felt angry and embarrassed. But I didn't snap at this woman and tell her she was being racist. I merely let her know that I, in fact, am not the first person on my Mexican side of the family to graduate from college, and then I excused myself from the conversation as fast as I could. I was angry that this woman had the audacity to make such ignorant and offensive comments, but I was also angry at myself.
Racism is not something new to me. I have grappled with my own privilege and my responsibility to correct people for ignorant thinking. It has certainly informed my work as a writer.
And here it is...
'People Assume I'm White. This is The Racism I See'
Nikki Barthelmess
View attachment 551745
Generally, when people say or do racist things in front of me, they think it's okay. When it is racism from white people, I suspect it is because, in a way, I look like them, so they think I am one of them. But I'm not.
When people joke about or make fun of an immigrant's thick accent in front of me, I think of the way it's difficult for people to understand my grandma. Never mind that the people who are mocking a Spanish speaker tend to only speak one language. Meanwhile, my grandma is fluent in Spanish and English, and even used to be a French translator as well.
When I hear others make judgments about the laziness of immigrants or act as though people who come to this country don't deserve to be here, I recall my grandfather telling me about how he worked tirelessly as an engineer to earn respect and professional opportunities in the United States. A former employer paid him less than what his skills were worth, but my grandpa didn't get angry. He told me he was grateful that the man took advantage of him because without that happening my grandpa wouldn't have had the chance to work and access other opportunities.
Even my siblings, who were born to the same mother and father, have been treated differently than I have. My younger brother was once pulled over by the police because he was driving a car similar to one that was supposedly stolen by a Mexican man. My brother laughed the incident off when he told me about it, but to me it wasn't funny. Maybe sometimes laughing is a way of coping, as is being grateful to be taken advantage of, or brushing off comments as even I have.
Because I, too, smile and turn the other cheek when confronted with this kind of treatment. Once, directly after I told someone that my mother was a first generation American and my grandparents are Mexican, they asked if I was the first person in my family to go to college. I felt angry and embarrassed. But I didn't snap at this woman and tell her she was being racist. I merely let her know that I, in fact, am not the first person on my Mexican side of the family to graduate from college, and then I excused myself from the conversation as fast as I could. I was angry that this woman had the audacity to make such ignorant and offensive comments, but I was also angry at myself.
Racism is not something new to me. I have grappled with my own privilege and my responsibility to correct people for ignorant thinking. It has certainly informed my work as a writer.
Tell me, what"real" racism?
I am part Cuban of Spanish roots. My family is white! They had the features this woman in the news lacks. She looks mixed. I'm baffled why anyone would confuse her for being a white woman? Cuban actress Ana de Armas is a white woman Karen Gillan is white Emily Browning is white. But that woman telling her account is not white. She is a mixture of something.This is what the article says:
Nikki Barthelmess' parents were Mexican American and Jewish, but people often assume she is white, not Mexican American
Mexicans come in 2 flavors
1. SPANIARDS of EUROPEAN heritage
2. Injuns (the rown people flooding our border for freebies
Both Mexicans of SPANISH heritage and Jews are WHITE
THIS woman is white. It doesn't matter what she "identifies" as
I am part Cuban of Spanish roots. My family is white! They had the features this woman in the news lacks. She looks mixed. I'm baffled why anyone would confuse her for being a white woman? Cuban actress Ana de Armas is a white woman Karen Gillan is white Emily Browning is white. But that woman telling her account is not white. She is a mixture of something.
I'm HispanicAnd here it is...
'People Assume I'm White. This is The Racism I See'
Nikki Barthelmess
View attachment 551745
Generally, when people say or do racist things in front of me, they think it's okay. When it is racism from white people, I suspect it is because, in a way, I look like them, so they think I am one of them. But I'm not.
When people joke about or make fun of an immigrant's thick accent in front of me, I think of the way it's difficult for people to understand my grandma. Never mind that the people who are mocking a Spanish speaker tend to only speak one language. Meanwhile, my grandma is fluent in Spanish and English, and even used to be a French translator as well.
When I hear others make judgments about the laziness of immigrants or act as though people who come to this country don't deserve to be here, I recall my grandfather telling me about how he worked tirelessly as an engineer to earn respect and professional opportunities in the United States. A former employer paid him less than what his skills were worth, but my grandpa didn't get angry. He told me he was grateful that the man took advantage of him because without that happening my grandpa wouldn't have had the chance to work and access other opportunities.
Even my siblings, who were born to the same mother and father, have been treated differently than I have. My younger brother was once pulled over by the police because he was driving a car similar to one that was supposedly stolen by a Mexican man. My brother laughed the incident off when he told me about it, but to me it wasn't funny. Maybe sometimes laughing is a way of coping, as is being grateful to be taken advantage of, or brushing off comments as even I have.
Because I, too, smile and turn the other cheek when confronted with this kind of treatment. Once, directly after I told someone that my mother was a first generation American and my grandparents are Mexican, they asked if I was the first person in my family to go to college. I felt angry and embarrassed. But I didn't snap at this woman and tell her she was being racist. I merely let her know that I, in fact, am not the first person on my Mexican side of the family to graduate from college, and then I excused myself from the conversation as fast as I could. I was angry that this woman had the audacity to make such ignorant and offensive comments, but I was also angry at myself.
Racism is not something new to me. I have grappled with my own privilege and my responsibility to correct people for ignorant thinking. It has certainly informed my work as a writer.
She's WHITE. White doesn't mean blonde haired, blue eyed alone. Not all whites are North West European.
Where did I call NIKKI "white"???. I DIDNTThe woman is mixed. Nikki called herself. Biracial In an interview, I'm going to link for you. She's not a white person. To be white, you have to be 100% She is mixed.
Q&A: Nikki Barthelmess, Author of 'Quiet No More' | The Nerd Daily.
She's WHITE. White doesn't mean blonde haired, blue eyed alone. Not all whites are North West European.
Where did I call NIKKI "white"???. I DIDNT
And no, you don't have to be "100% white to be white.
The ONE DROP RULE is a silly idea of racist democrats. Are you a racist Democrat?
Obama is mixed race, yet everyone calls him black. They shouldn't.And finally, stop lying to you, said it. You referred to a woman who is mixed as a white person.
First off, whites are 100 percent of European heritage anyone. Who denies they are mixed and calls themself white is racist, attempting? To pass themself off as something they are not that's self-hatred. Secondly, I'm a Republican!
The Obama's are racist.Obama is mixed race, yet everyone calls him black. They shouldn't.
