The Burden of Racism
The sizzling streams of sunlight were just beautifully glimmering down
on the crisp green school yard. Such a wonderful day that was. Nothing could
have ruined it. Little Jimmy, since it was such a wonderful day decided to go to
the corner store and buy himself a little treat. As little Jimmy started walking
over to the store, clouds flocked over the dazzling sun and the sudden pitch
dark meant no trouble. On the other side of the road were three white boys from
Jimmy's same school. Upon recognizing Jimmy, the boys ran over the street to
where he was.
Racism has become one of the many burdens amongst multi-cultural worlds
like Canada and the States. Racism is a part of each and every one of us. No
doubt, we are all racist, but this the term racism has been used too loosely.
Racism has been mutated to such an extent that it could be a reason for war, a
symbol of terrorism, and even an excuse for neglecting. Is that all there is to
it? No, actually it is just the beginning. Racism is just like warfare in which
there is no shelter and nobody is neutral.
Nobody is exempt from this demon. He has haunted us with a bitter curse.
On one occasion I remember, nobody would play with me at school. I would walk
around by myself and ask people if we could play together. Everywhere that I
went, like the process of induction, everyone would avoid me. Like two inducted
poles with the same polarity, they would just shimmer off into the distance and
continue to do whatever they're doing. Because of racial differences, they
People are afraid of the unknown, and it is this difference amongst