Hopes and Goals

My hope is this:

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America is going to outgrow its intolerance for difference.  It has no choice.  We have seen this progression slowly but we are getting there.  If we are steady and supportive, our America can look like all of us.

My goal:

To become even more a part of the solution, to help one person at a time, through my conversations, through my teachings and through my teachings in my career.

I would like to thank everyone who took the time to read my blog and left comments.  I thank all of you for your contributions to my understanding and my outlook.  Thank you and congratulations on the close of this quarter.

My Marvelous Moroccan Family

The country I choose is Morrocco.  The only thing I know about Morrocco is that it is in Africa, is said to be beautiful and that Mariah Carey named one of her children after the country.

1.  The first thing that I will do, obviously, is look into the language that is spoken in the region and at least learn to speak some formalities.

2.  The second thing that I plan to do is to research the culture, religion and customs of Morrocco so as to not, by accident, or through ignorance offend them or their native customs.

3.  I will research recipies to make the stay for them here in America as comfortable as possible.

4.  I will research any known Morrocon Immigrants or at least native inhabitants of somewhere close to line up a support group for their comfort and companionship

5.  I will make sure that they have access to religious necessities if needed, and that I am aware of any national celebrations, major events in the countries history that will aid me in making them feel comfortable, or aid me in conversations with this family.

I am excited to know that I wll have the opportunity to host a family from the fantastic country of Morroco.  In this country, I am African American and female.  In many ways my stay in this country has been electric, rewarding, amazing, and filled with all the wonder one can imagine.  And other times, I have felt a small and insignificant as one can imagine.  My goal in hosting this family, is to provide the comfort outside of home, and to show humanity, regardless of country or region and to show them the best of being human. 

My Experience With Unspoken Bias

I can remember never getting new books in school.  That feeling of opening a book and smelling the newness, of hearing the creases crack with unuse, and the pages being stuck together with freshness was never something that I got to partake in.  When I got my books, they were used, worn, and already had someone elses name in them already.  My name was never the first name to go in.  I can remember getting textbooks at the beginning of the year and every year hoping that my name would be the first to go in my book, and year after year it never was.

This was not a spoken microagression, in fact, it was quite the silent discrimination, yet it did not go unnoticed by me or anyone else around me.  We (Black students) knew that in the other schools with White kids got brand new books and we were shipped their old ones.

There are many movies that are coming out that are reminiscent of these times.  They seek to tell these stories and perhaps even marvel at the long way we have come to be equal in this country.  Yet sadly, when we turn on the news and see some of the travesties that befall Blacks, and Native American's as recent as a few days ago, we must sill realize that we have quite a long way to go before we recognize and heal the riff that has long separated us from understanding, cooperation, and love.

This class is great, but should be offered in school every year until graduation.  This would help sovle a lifteime of madness.