What I want to know…what I wonder about.
I wonder about my future life.
I’m puzzled by the different religions, and wonder does each have a different God?
I doubt that society will ever be equal; person to person or group to group.
I’m bothered by people who don’t have a conscience.
I’m sad that death comes too soon for most of us.
I’m angry about mistreatment of individuals without a cause.
I’ve always thought that we should treat people, how we want to be treated.
I’m surprised by how small the world really is.
I’m interested in the lifestyles of other countries.
I wish I could travel more.
I worry about the future for my son.
I’m afraid that all my dreams won’t come true.
Society…will we ever be equal?
I doubt that society will ever be equal; person to person or group to group. From past to present years equality has been a topic. “…and justice for all.”, I hear that a lot, and I feel in most cases those are just words put together with no real meaning.
There have been several occasions when I’ve applied for internal positions at work, and knew I was more qualified, but was not chosen for the position. And what was more insulting to me, was when I was then asked to train the “chosen one”. For some reason, other than skill, I didn’t fit the profile of the position. Maybe it was the color of my skin, or possibly my dress size.
Prejudice comes in many forms, and I experienced it for myself. Before I lose weight, I seemed to blend in with background, along with the pictures on the wall. After I lost weight, I was included in conversations, and my opinion was requested.
Now-a-days I believe that society is more prejudice to body-size than to skin color. Inequality comes in all types of packages; sometimes it shows by which college you graduated from, or the neighborhood you reside in. Sometimes I believe that people as a group, don’t even realize their behavior. These groups are a “click”, and to join the “click” you must look, act and think like the rest of the group.
There are some who think people are equal, and we all have the same rights. Each of us is allowed to eat at the same restaurant, and we all can sit in any available seat on the bus. I could make a long list that states how we as people and a society are supposed to be equal. And I can also give an illustration of instances of inequality. Here is a great example. I took my son and his friend to dinner; we were seated quickly with hardly any wait time. However, it took forever for us to receive our order. Others who were seated after us, they were now eating. The manager noticed my table waiting, and came over to ask had our order been taken, and he apologized. Again the manager walked by, and we still didn’t have our food, and once we finally received our food, he told us there would not be any charge for the dinner. It makes me wonder, was it because of the part of town we were in (there were no other African Americans in the place), or was it because we were not “regulars” to this eatery? Neither of those reasons should matter, because we were paying customers just like the other people in the restaurant. Why can’t we each be accepted for who we are?
Society…will we ever be equal? An extended look.
Society…will we ever be equal? I have wondered about the answer to that question for a long time, since when I was in second grade.
My parents moved me and my siblings to a new house and new neighbor hood, half-way through my second year of elementary school. Our family was the only people of color that lived on my street or in my neighborhood for that matter. It didn’t matter to me or my brothers and sisters who we played with or went to school with, we just wanted to have friends. Well it mattered to the parents that lived on our street, some of them told their children not to play with the “black” children that lived in the house at the beginning of the street. And you know how children can be…that said exactly what their parents had told them, word for word. “My mom and dad told me not to play with you, because you are “black”. Remembering back to those times, it was very hurtful to hear those words. As a child, I didn’t understand why the parents or the children treated us so differently. I wanted to be treated like the other kids. As I grew up, I realized that it wasn’t the kids fault how they treated me and my siblings, it was their parents fault. As children we learn from our parents—the adults, and because the parents had a prejudice attitude they instilled this attitude in their children. Some of the kids didn’t know why they didn’t like us; they learned to dislike for no cause.
I remember our house being “egged”, and also “paper rolled”, by the kids in the neighborhood, and the police dismissed it as a prank. Also, my father’s truck had fishing equipment stolen from it, and we’ve had weird items left at our front door. I believe the neighbors were trying to send my family a message; that we were not welcome in “their” neighborhood. Even the police, seemed to behave casual, as me and my family were being harassed. Finally some of the families moved out of our neighborhood.
Forty years later, my parents still live on the same street. Most, if not all, of the original families have moved on, or deceased. At the present time there are no problems with the neighbors on my parent’s street.
Occasionally I think back over the past, and it still puzzles me. My parents didn’t teach us to dislike the children on our street, even if they were a different color and nationality; our parents just wanted us to play and not cause trouble. I believe that some people and groups have changed over the years, and we as a group of people are getting closer to be equal, but we are NOT equal…yet.