Race! What is race, what does your race mean? Could life be better as one race than another? Would our race and its history be "your destiny?" I would sometimes ask myself, "I wondered if all race has the same struggle as the Native-Indians and African-American people." It seems that we are judged on are look referring to a person's; physical appearance, such as skin color, eye color, hair color. Your race can hold you back in some cases, but it's worth it to fight to overcome racism. No matter your race or the historical background of your race, "race should not stop your destiny".
There's a book about an Indian boy, who was inspired by his own experience growing up. The name of it is The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. The Indian boy name was Junior; he grows up on the Spokane Indian reservation. Junior was born different and wanted more in life than what handed to him on the Indian reservation. He wanted to show that he could make more of his life and challenge himself. To do things differently despite, the racism he would face growing up. He was determined to prove he could do more than enduring great tragedies; he would be more than the average Indian was to be expanded. Junior's strength showed in his drawing of humor he found in his life about racism. Junior's passion for drawing was that race didn't matter, everyone would understand drawings. Drawing allows Junior to talk to the world not just to a single race or nationality. He wanted to feel important and it didn't matter what obstacles he would have to go through, to stand for something he believe in, however, junior felt it would be-worth it to fight for your destiny.
One of his illustrations on page 57 showed the two different races, the Indian man and the White man. It was his first day at Reardan High School. It was an all-white school in the farm town miles away. I think it was a culture shock; the only other Indian was the school mascot. The drawing explained his perception of what the white people looked like and what them tough of Indian. For the whites: it was a bright future, positive role models, money as for the Indians: rare race, no money, no health care, it shows the Indian culture is dying off poor and slowly.
There is another picture on page 88, it's a picture of a typical week of Junior's getting to school. He would try to hitchhike a ride to Reardan High School which is 22 miles to school. Someday he would have to walk home because of no gas money. Looking at the illustration I felt as he was sad about his life on the reservation. Being an Indian nothing ever goes right. No gas money=poor. The Old car=poor. Dad=drank=no gas money=no ride home. Page 107 there is a picture of his father with a quote "I'm only an alcoholic when I get drunk" juniors reply in the picture was (WTF, Dad?!). It said a lot about how he felt about his father and what he thought about him. His dad was not a good role model; he was more of a bad influence. Junior's father does not want to admit he is an alcoholic. Pain, his father drank to cover his pain. His father's heave drinking shows he is not happy with life. His father's lifestyle was the lifestyle of the majority of the Indians on the Rez. It was like if life as an Indian meant very little opportunity to better their lives.
Life in Stockton for me was like junior's life on the Indian reservation. It was like my life as an African-American and his life as a Native Indian life for our kind meant very little opportunity to better our lives. Once we chose our destiny; the areas where we grow up was just where our families have grown custom to live. Juniors and I wanted more for our life and took on all different obstacles life had in store; however, we stood up for what we wanted. I had to step out of my comfort zone to learning to express myself differently an artist. Junior and I opened are selves up to other races to learn other ways to live life. Don't let your race be in control of your density. Race is only a group of people united or classified together; the basis is of common history, nationality. Race is not who we are, it's a small part of who we are as people.
There's a book about an Indian boy, who was inspired by his own experience growing up. The name of it is The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. The Indian boy name was Junior; he grows up on the Spokane Indian reservation. Junior was born different and wanted more in life than what handed to him on the Indian reservation. He wanted to show that he could make more of his life and challenge himself. To do things differently despite, the racism he would face growing up. He was determined to prove he could do more than enduring great tragedies; he would be more than the average Indian was to be expanded. Junior's strength showed in his drawing of humor he found in his life about racism. Junior's passion for drawing was that race didn't matter, everyone would understand drawings. Drawing allows Junior to talk to the world not just to a single race or nationality. He wanted to feel important and it didn't matter what obstacles he would have to go through, to stand for something he believe in, however, junior felt it would be-worth it to fight for your destiny.
One of his illustrations on page 57 showed the two different races, the Indian man and the White man. It was his first day at Reardan High School. It was an all-white school in the farm town miles away. I think it was a culture shock; the only other Indian was the school mascot. The drawing explained his perception of what the white people looked like and what them tough of Indian. For the whites: it was a bright future, positive role models, money as for the Indians: rare race, no money, no health care, it shows the Indian culture is dying off poor and slowly.
There is another picture on page 88, it's a picture of a typical week of Junior's getting to school. He would try to hitchhike a ride to Reardan High School which is 22 miles to school. Someday he would have to walk home because of no gas money. Looking at the illustration I felt as he was sad about his life on the reservation. Being an Indian nothing ever goes right. No gas money=poor. The Old car=poor. Dad=drank=no gas money=no ride home. Page 107 there is a picture of his father with a quote "I'm only an alcoholic when I get drunk" juniors reply in the picture was (WTF, Dad?!). It said a lot about how he felt about his father and what he thought about him. His dad was not a good role model; he was more of a bad influence. Junior's father does not want to admit he is an alcoholic. Pain, his father drank to cover his pain. His father's heave drinking shows he is not happy with life. His father's lifestyle was the lifestyle of the majority of the Indians on the Rez. It was like if life as an Indian meant very little opportunity to better their lives.
Life in Stockton for me was like junior's life on the Indian reservation. It was like my life as an African-American and his life as a Native Indian life for our kind meant very little opportunity to better our lives. Once we chose our destiny; the areas where we grow up was just where our families have grown custom to live. Juniors and I wanted more for our life and took on all different obstacles life had in store; however, we stood up for what we wanted. I had to step out of my comfort zone to learning to express myself differently an artist. Junior and I opened are selves up to other races to learn other ways to live life. Don't let your race be in control of your density. Race is only a group of people united or classified together; the basis is of common history, nationality. Race is not who we are, it's a small part of who we are as people.