Before making any comments on this post and think that Europeans are the worst, please read the following entry .
A and B are a multiracial family. He is Caucasian and she is African American. Once, while traveling in the southern United States, while in a restaurant approached a waitress who tells them "You should be ashamed."
C is a Japanese. How many had the desire to know America. The dream became a bitter experience when, while visiting an office building, a janitor, mistaking him for a Vietnamese run after he named Charlie.
D was born in Bangladesh. She is half English and therefore your skin tone is lighter than the vast majority of the people of his country. In her native Bangladesh for his skin color is desirable and will ensure you find a husband of a higher social status than a Bangladeshi with traditional Indian color. Her nightmare, however, begin when his family moved to New Zealand. There, the natives would say things like "Go back to your country curry Munch" or "give me curry quickly." Things only get worse when she moved to Australia where the school "multicultural" was nothing more than a breeding hatred among Asians, Muslims, Latinos and whites. Stories about racism
move us, fill us with indignation and raise questions about how bad the world is. However, none of these stories, or feelings that they generate can prepare ourselves for the feeling you experience when you are a victim of racism and xenophobia. How does it feel then? many things at the same time, you feel humiliation and frustration. It feels as if the soul torn in two. Can not hold back tears knowing that my principles, beliefs and dogmas are reduced to shield my passport and the word "Latin." It feels like there's no possibility of a future.
It's not the first time I feel judged by my status as Latin America, but the first time this has happened at the hands of someone whose opinion matters to my future. Never mind that my bosses have no more than a good opinion of my work, no matter People who know me recognize my strengths, and although I have many flaws, like everyone, they do not do that I consider a bad person. Never mind the good opinions that have been on me, all those above who consulted xenophobic. None of that matters, because for this it my value is measured in terms of my passport and my ethnicity. That's why it hurts so much, that's why I feel so empty. Also hurt that my best friends, those with whom I can count on unconditionally, they are more than 10,000 km away.
This is definitely not the best time of my life.
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