Re: Have you ever been driscriminated?
Because of your race, ethnicity, country origin, gender, beliefs, sexual orientation, lifestyle, weight, age,class, or for simply being left handed( yes sometimes we do get discriminated).
If so do you have an example?
Although outright discrimination does bother me, I think the kinds of prejudices I find the most dangerous and offensive are the ingrained kinds people aren't even completely aware they have. Like, on the matter of race and ethnicity, being Native "American" in America, it's a constant struggle to keep your identity as a normal human being intact. It's disturbing because people still watch movies like
Peter Pan and consider the blatant stereotypes portrayed in them to be OK. But then there's the whole hypocritical political correctness that I have to deal with: like, if the "Natives" in
Peter Pan were black, people would be up-in-arms. The entire movie would have to be remade to omit that scene. But since it's just the Indians, who cares? Then there's just the annoying historical inaccuracies of films like
Pocahontas. Every time I see a clip of that movie on TV or wherever I can't help but think, "3/5 human being." But very few people seem to recognize just how disparaging idiotic cartoons like that are for Native people. They'd rather downplay them as silly shows that aren't
meant to be accurate, just entertaining. Sure. Kind of like minstrel dances. And the whole perception of indigenous peoples adopted through the stories portrayed in movies like that are consequently flawed by default. And then I have to deal with ignorant bigots who think that because I'm an indigenous person I must smoke tobacco and hum gibberish around a drum by firelight.
Age and gender are the two other huge discriminatory factors in my life. Particularly where I am now as a "young man", I'm constantly treated like I should uphold the responsibilities of an adult but without any of the rewards of legal adulthood. That sucks majorly. And as a boy...I've just never felt very "manly" or anything of the sort. I also get in trouble because I don't believe fabric has a gender-tag attached to it and so my clothing choices don't always mix well with the general perception of how a boy should dress. I'm pretty sure it's the ultimate form of sexism when only men can be considered transvestites. I don't even accept that terminology as applicable to me. I don't dress in women's clothes. I dress in clothes that I find comfortable. A century ago, a woman in pants would have been considered outrageous. I don't see why people get so hung up on clothing anyway. I prefer nudity above all else.
And, of course, beliefs like this, coupled with my sexuality, tend to damage my image even further. Being gay in America is just like this open invitation for a shitstorm of hate and insult. It's like being Jewish in Nazi Germany, or (ironically) Native in Occupied America; you can't help it, but you're still treated like a criminal for it, and if anyone sympathizes with you or tries to help you out, they're just as guilty as you are. And the absurd misinformation that is perpetuated about LGBT individuals in the name of religion, and even some in the name of science, is disturbing. Especially when people are dumb enough to accept it as truth. The hardest thing is when people won't even get to know you because they'd rather just sit in judgment. They won't take an opportunity to actually learn about they people they're degrading because it's much simpler to assume that they've been right all along and pass misconceived judgments and reasonless hate.
The fact is that America is so far from the land of the free and the home of the brave that it honestly disgusts me when people are able to take pride in this nation. For everything I am and everything I know I'm going to be, this country is like a vat of acid slowly filling to the brim, burning me a little deeper with every passing moment. Belize sums it up pretty nicely in
Angels in America:
I hate America, Louis. I hate this country. It’s just big ideas, and stories, and people dying, and people like you. The white cracker who wrote the national anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word 'free' to a note so high nobody can reach it. That was deliberate. Nothing on earth sounds less like freedom to me. You come to room 1013 over at the hospital, I'll show you America. Terminal, crazy and mean. I live in America, Louis, that’s hard enough, I don’t have to love it. You do that. Everybody’s got to love something.
Shuri/Eli