Events involving racism are painful for society. In those events, you would think that communities are brought closer together to heal. Yet the tragedy is that they are often torn further apart.
Racism is this ugly part of humanity that we like to pretend doesn’t exist, and try to dissociate ourselves from. But recent events in our nation reveal that it’s more prevalent than we thought, and we hold more responsibility than we like to admit.
On Saturday, August 12, white supremacist groups including the KKK and neo-Nazis gathered in Charlottesville, Virginia for a “Unite the Right” rally. They clashed with counter-protestors who had also gathered, and ended in a white nationalist driving a car into a crowd of people, killing one and injuring 19.
At around 9pm, I stood in the international terminal of LAX with a group of people I hardly knew. Some I had just met that evening. But they were my people, my tribe.
In nervous anticipation, we scanned the crowds looking for the people we were waiting for. The only problem was we didn’t really know who we were looking for. We had never seen these people either.
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While Facebook has been incredible for connecting people and keeping us updated with what’s going on in the world, it’s also insulated us into a bubble of our own opinions. It shows you more of what you like and less of what you don’t like – which can be good for creating a fun user experience. But it’s horrible for news if it’s only showing you viewpoints that you like and agree with.
This article is about rape. If that makes you uncomfortable, resist the urge to click away and go somewhere else. You need to hear this. Because apparently we were never taught as children, and that’s why we have such a sick and twisted view of sex where rape is ok if you can give enough excuses. But if you’re reading this, I’m probably preaching to the choir. You’re reading this article because you care. But how do we change the culture of a world that just doesn’t give a damn?
In another life, I might have been poor. I might have been malnourished. I might have worked long days to make $14 a month. I might have grown up in a post-war environment and been one of the 100,000 people killed from undetonated landmines. I might have struggled under a repressive government.
But I didn’t. It’s all because of the sacrifice of others on my part. I am in the top 1% of the richest people in the world. And I don’t deserve any of it.