Despite Our Visual Differences, We All Bleed the Same Blood

by RayCharles05 on September 13, 2016 - 3:00pm

<p align="center">I will be writing about how difficult it is to live with brothers and sisters of different backgrounds. When we go places and do things in public as a family, people tend to give us dirty looks and place judgement. I believe that people cannot comprehend things that are different, and it goes hand-in-hand with the inequalities visual minorities are faced with. In Diamond`s article ``Race Without Color¨, he writes about how different skin color is a result of the geographical area in which an individual is situated in. He includes that, darker skinned people are better suited for tropical living conditions as a result of their skin pigment which helps protect against the ultraviolet rays of the sun. The rays of the sun tend to be more devastating in those areas of the world and having darker skin is extremely beneficial for their survival. He also adds that height is an asset to people of hot areas in the world, the taller an individual is the more they sweat making their body cooler in contrast to shorter people with shorter limbs making them sweat less and preserve more heat for colder climates(Diamond, Winter, 29).</p><p>I live in a foster home with my biological sister Tyshona who is two years younger than I am. When we arrived to the home my foster mom (who I call mom, is black) had already adopted 2 other kids Tristan (who is white) is five years younger than me and Kyana (who is mulatto) is the same age as my biological sister. 4 years later my mom took in another child and his name is Kole and he is one year younger than Tristan. We do not see visual difference, we understand that we are family and that skin color does not mean much. I remember when my mom could not pick up Tristan from elementary school so she told me to do it for her. The school was about a five minute walk from where we lived, my mom called the school and notified them that I was coming to get Tristan that day. As I got to the school Tristan was waiting for me at the front, he was happy to see me so he ran and hugged me and said ¨lets go¨. The monitor grabbed him away from me and yelled at me telling me to get off of the property, and that she was going to call the cops. Tristan was yelling at her telling her that I am his older brother and that we live in the same place, but they did not believe him. She told him that ¨he is black and that there is no way that we are brothers¨. I went home and told my mom what had happened and she came to the school angrily and she said ¨Tristan is my child mind your damn business!” and told them all off. I feel like people judge others based on their differences. In this case it was me(black) going to pick up my white brother from school, people are not used to that so they automatically assume that something is wrong, we can say the same about minorities. We have different skin compared to white people, but that does not make us any less human. I learned in class that classifications differ from an individual standpoint. For example, the activity we did where people in the class were placed into groups based on eye color, hair length etc. I also learned in this class that we all originated from Africa, this class so far has not changed my views about Race, but refreshed the harsh realities life entails.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Diamond, J. (2016, Fall). Race Without Color. In A. Nouvet (Ed.), <em>Anthropology </em>381-101-LA: The Myth of Race and Racism. Saint Lambert, QC: Champlain.</p><p>Link: <a href="http://discovermagazine.com/1994/nov/racewithoutcolor444">http://discove... Count: 591</p>

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Blood is what attracted me to this post. We all have the same blood. We might have different color of skin, different color of eyes, and different color of hair but we all have the same color of blood. Sure there are chemically different types such as o negative but the color is the same in every body :red. That should be the essence of everybody’s thought. We are all the same. We are different but what goes through our veins is the same.

The title also drew my attention to this post. Despite the fact we have different skin colors, we all have the same blood. The same blood that flows through my body,flows through other bodies. We are all the same no matter what color we are. There was a time when my dad dropped my adopted brother off to his 1st day of basketball practice and my brother came home telling us kids were asking who is that guy and when he told them that was his dad, they were saying "that is not your dad". The reason why they assumed that was not his dad saying because my dad is black and he is Chinese. Even though we all might look different we are still a family and our visual difference does not change the same blood we bleed.

The title also drew my attention to this post. Despite the fact we have different skin colors, we all have the same blood. The same blood that flows through my body,flows through other bodies. We are all the same no matter what color we are. There was a time when my dad dropped my adopted brother off to his 1st day of basketball practice and my brother came home telling us kids were asking who is that guy and when he told them that was his dad, they were saying "that is not your dad". The reason why they assumed that was not his dad saying because my dad is black and he is Chinese. Even though we all might look different we are still a family and our visual difference does not change the same blood we bleed.

The title drew me to this article. Although we all don't look the same we all have the same blood. The same blood that is in my body, i share with two of my best friends. As the article says how the author and his family members get dirty looks, i can relate to that because when I'm with my two friends we get those looks from people questioning why we are together. It does not bother any of us because we are friends for a reason and race does not have any impact on our relationship. There are many occurrences where i see my friends mistreated and it truly upsets me because they are being judged for no reason at all and people that are judging them have no clue who they are.

My favorite part of the post was how you differentiated the different skin tones to how well suited they are to different weather climates. It shows where a person comes from simply because they have different pigmentation of their skin from sun exposure, not that they are different in any other way. The story that you told was also really moving knowing that just because family has different skin colors, there are people so narrow minded out there who jumps right to the conclusion that they cannot be related to one another. It shows that in some places, racism is still out there and that people have made little progress from when slavery and racism was still around.

The personal story in this post is what made it so interesting. Though I have never personally dealt with any racial discrimination or judgements, this post does remind me of an important aspect of my life. One of my best friends is adopted from Cambodia. Her brother is also adopted but from Thailand and their parents are an older white couple. Because both my friend and her brother were adopted as babies, their home was always home and they never questioned their family. Despite this, I have seen her deal with the assumptions people make when seeing the family together. Though I understand race and thoroughly believe that culture is important, family is far more significant. Your family and its values has involvement in the creation of a person far more than the color of your skin.

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