YOUR ENERGY RECOILS
i was brutal in the second grade. made two girls cry because i wanted the third girl to be my friend and my friend only. when the teacher would read to us i would lay in this certain spot where that if anyone else sat, i’d push them out of my way surely. i remember quite clearly the time i had lied that my blood sugar was low to get out of class for a walk down the hallways. however, it was certainly a bad idea because then i was always second-guessed when i was in need of medical attention. in second grade i learned that you can’t always get what you want not because you just plainly can’t– but simply because sometimes it’s best not to.
i’ve learned things throughout my life because i misbehaved and made mistakes. never have i ever been discriminated against for my color or for any sort of abnormality i may have. Alexie let us have a walk in his shoes and allowed us to critically analyze his situation. i should be thankful for such insight but honestly i’m not very good at analyzing most things.
people cannot positively appreciate things they don’t understand. humanity pushes away variables that are seen as different. although there are many people with colored skin, they don’t blend in i suppose. they stick out like sore thumbs. it reminds me of how in world war II we took the american-japanese people and put them in concentration camps and not american-germans; /probably/ because although both the germans and japanese were enemies, asian people are much more distinct from the average white american person than europeans are. they were easier to discriminate against. Alexie states and i quote, “As my white friends revived me and prepared to take me to the emergency room where doctors would later diagnose my diabetes, the Chicano teacher ran up to us. “Hey,” he said. “What’s that boy been drinking? I know all about these Indian kids. They start drinking real young.” (Indian Education 57) the teacher clearly didn’t understand the situation and so he had a outwardly negative response to it. i’ve never heard of a stereotype such as indians drinking at a young age, but one incident can lead to an entire racial judgement and thus makes a group of people even more seemingly different.
society puts an emphasis on ‘normality’ when there really isn’t one. everyone has hope to fit in yet push away others who feel the same but don’t meet their own ridiculous requirements that are hard even for them to acquire. i wish i knew why these things occur, but i don’t. if i did i could help promote world peace in ways unlike a trendy hippie tree-hugger does and rid the labels. all people are judged and we all go through our own struggles and until we accept each other just for our souls that make us who we actually are, we will forever struggle with the burden of racism, sexism, and all those things that make the world spin backwards.