As the snow covered the house that my grandma occupies, I looked out the
window to the neighbor's front door, their mailbox, and the circular driveway
they had. It was just another home, where kids could build a snowman or throw
snowballs on the front lawn. But there where no children or snowmen here. And
beneath the snow, the word "N-I-G-G-E-R" was written in the grass. A family- a
home- where they had bothered no one. One night someone decided to take weed
killer and burn it in giant letters into their lawn. This is why our nation, the
melting pot of many races, needs to confront the problem and deal with what
When I first really thought about this, I thought, this is not
Mississippi, or Alabama; this is Michigan, and it's in my grandma's neighborhood.
And the thing is, their a normal family, just like any other. They went on trips
in the summer, and spring, and this time came back to a message on the lawn.
I sat there that day watching cars go by their house as if it were
haunted or something. I guess it can happen anywhere. But this snow-covered
house is still a reflection of America, white on top with a hatred burning
underneath. I go to a college, where the races meet every day. Colored man helps
white man; white man helps colored man. Doesn't sound right That's how bad
our society has gotten. Disturbing? Of course. But what is more disturbing is,
lately when these issues of racism have come up, there seems to be impatience
and annoyance. "Does everything have to be racism?" people ask. And they're
always complaining that "It's just a little thing." No, it's not.
People are always saying that there is little prejudice. But how is that
true It's like saying you're a little pregnant; can't happen. But this is
nothing new. How many times have you heard "He's fast; for a white guy." Or
"White men can't jump," Or "All black guys can jump and dance." And in reality
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