Racists Anonymus

Hi, I am sharon, i am indian and i am a racist

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My journey towards hating other races did not start smoothly. As far as I can remember I came from a family that allowed mixing and co mingling with people of other colours. I just never understood why back in school I was not allowed to enter a certain circle due to my 'blackness' or the fast that I was constantly taunted as being 'keling' and having someone say 'my mom told me not to speak to Indians' For a long time, I hated my skin, my 'blackness' and wished I wasn't so 'dirty' If only I was Chinese I would have more friends and people would think I was more attractive.

As i grew older, I begin to make friends with different types of races. Having best friends who were from different cultural backgrounds was no big deal for me, although I did occasionally get the whole 'You can't come to my house, coz my father doesn't like Indians' Somehow, I became used to the taunts and the jeers. The name calling had all become a daily norm that I had together with breakfast. It just felt like..this is how it is..deal with it. I didn't even get upset or wince each time someone 'assumed' I was from Africa.

Today however, all the suppressed hate I have been keeping for the last 20 years came bubbling. As i was crossing a road this morning. This car who saw me crossing and since it was near the market and it was a pedestrian right of way he should have to wait till I had finished crossing. Instead, he took a turn and hit me with his car. No I was not hurt. But when i turned around I saw this guy sitting in the car with the smugness on his face that only someone with no conscience can have. He didn't even mouth an apology. When I yelled and asked him if he was blind. He just sat there like a retarded piece of shit.

Suddenly I was playing the role of a dog and he was the king of the universe. The fact that I can be absolutely certain that if someone of his same colour had been the victim, the scene would have played a little more differently. Some may say that i over react or that maybe he didn't mean to or I should cut him some slack.

The point of the matter is this. I could have been badly hurt. He never bothered. You ask me why i am racist, I will tell you why. It's because of these bastards who grew up with no morals have thought me how to be one