The Personal Side of Bias, Prejudice, and Oppression

When I was in high school we took a field trip to the blacks and wax museum. At this museum it showed you the way African Americans lived during the slavery days. It was a boat that was a replica of how they would transport slaves on a boat. They would lie down on the boat on top of each other, with no room to roll over without someone being there. If you had to use the bathroom you had to just go right where you are. For women who are on their periods have no protection. So you can imagine the smell and the health of theses people. These people went days without eating and were sourced to take care of the whites and homes and farms. There were so many exhibits that had African Americans with scares all across their backs and changed up and being called niggers. They were unable to get a decent meal; after the animals ate the slaves got to eat what was left over. Being in high school, and seeing these exhibits made me feel sick to my stomach, to the point now as an adult I have no desire to go again. It was heart breaking to see that someone could treat another human bean this way and be ok with it. This museum is a real eye opener because it makes you appreciate what you have now and how things have changed. In some cases white people have not all got over racism, and it makes it a little difficult for us as African Americans to set the bar for ourself. I have learned to out my best food forward, and no matter what I know I am somebody and I can make a difference. In my eyes it's not black or white we are humans all trying to survive in today's economy.