Most of my life I have lived in small towns in the United States where
discrimination was something that only existed in the movies, and in the big cities where
hate crimes were committed every day. For the first 15 years of my life I had never really
experienced discrimination, nor had I seen it first hand. My parents kept me safe from the
worlds abuse, but they could only protect me for so long. When I turned 18, I had the
opportunity to live in South Africa for a few years doing humanitarian service for the
people there. It wasn't until then that I had my first real experience with discrimination.
It was when I became the minority in a country where the war against racism was so bad
that the government not only did not try to control it, but they promoted it in every thing
they said, that I realized just how real and alive racism still is today.
Shortly after arriving in South Africa I was introduced to the countries
"hospitality." Day after day I was followed by a dozen or more children throwing rocks
at me, and calling me crude names. It was hard to get used to the fact that I was now in a
city where 99 percent of the population were not only African, but they also believed that
any White person was intruding in their country, and they made it quite know to me that I
The children throwing rocks was just the beginning. After the first incident, not a
day went by that I was not called "Lukuah," or "Mollungew," which is the worst possible
insults in their culture that could be said. However, the Natives did not stop with name
calling. There were several days when the words were accompanied with fists. Being
white gave one an instant status of wealth and power which meant that you were a target
for robbery and random acts of violence.
Unfortunately, as victims of these acts, we were not able to defend ourselves in
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