Wow, it's really weird how this topic came up, since I just watched Crash last night. That movie, in my opinion, hit the nail RIGHT on the head. It's really funny how many people rant about being looked down upon, made fun of, etc. But most of the time are just as much of the problem as everyone else. Like the black guys in the movie. They are complaining about being in a white neighborhood, and getting looks like they are out to cause a problem. And what do they do? They pull guns on a rich white couple and rob their car! Later on, he robs a black man, and is told by that man that he is an embarrassment. It all boils down to what are you going to do PERSONALLY. You can't be accountable for anyone's actions except your own. And are you going to be a part of the solution, or the problem?
It's not a crime to be proud of who you are, where you came from, where your parents are from, or what color you are. But when you lose sight of respect for others who might feel the same way, that's when you blow it.
Time for my rant.
Take into consideration the issue of racial or social profiling. Sure it happens all the time, and many people are unnecessary victims of it (myself included). But those profiles are there because certain behaviors happen all the time. Like "young and irresponsible teens" or "mexicans" or whatever. But if those people didn't act in a way to confirm those beliefs, there wouldn't be a problem. My mom works at the public highschool I graduated from. The population of Hispanics is rising at an alarming rate. Being Hispanic herself (and me), she is completely embarrassed and disgusted by how they act. When people come to America, what are they looking for? A better life? More opportunities? Maybe to live in a better neighborhood than a shithole in Tijuana? But then they get here, and EXPECT all Americans to owe them everything, just because they are Mexican, or whatever race (I'm just using this as an example because I see it first hand all the time). One day in highschool some faggot was fucking around in the hall, and ran into one of my best (girl)friends, knocking her down. So I tell this moron to watch where the fuck he is going. The reply he gives me:"Speak Spanish, I can't understand you!" Well fuck you buddy. You come over here to AMERICA, where we speak English, and you expect me to tell you to act more like your age in SPANISH? That set me right off, not because I wouldn't be able to tell him that in Spanish, because I can, my mother is from Chile, but because he DEMANDS that I go out of my way to make him understand, instead of him putting forth the effort to learn the Goddamn language.
It's like my girlfriend's father. He's such a bigot, it just makes my blood boil every time she tells me the next thing he said about me over dinner or something. He tells her that I'm not good enough for her, but has no valid reason. Instead, he uses things like "You can do better than a Mexican." Or his latest "joke" regarding my upcoming study abroad trip to Spain, where she will be studying with me in the same city, but through another school. "When does a Mexican become a Spaniard?" Wait for it......"When he marries your daugher." He fucking told that in front of all her family, grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins included. Well has he ever tried to get to know me as a person? Fuck no. Maybe if he sat down and listened to me for 5 minutes, he might actually find me intelligent and clear minded. Maybe he would find out that Chileans aren't Mexican, and that my great-grandparents actually came from Spain. Maybe he would realize that my mother isn't stupid for coming to this country, and that she actually won awards for her writing while she got her Associates' Degree a few years ago. Maybe he would know that she actually got her citizenship, and has a social security number and drives with insurance. I bet she could speak better English than that piece of shit, waste of oxygen. But she's inferior because she talks with a beautiful accent. Fuck him.
But I just smile inside, because he'll get what's coming to him sometime. And that just means that he has no reason not to like me, and knows he should because I treat his daughter better than he ever could.
