I can't make sense of what is going on :/
It's a lovely story but I don't believe it for a second.
Certainly engaging enough for me to want to read it all, though I'm a bit iffy about a couple things.
very well done, a must-read
kevinryanmooney--I doubt you'll come back to this page, so I guess this response is for people who might tend to agree with you. And there will be, as there were some comments on the page that were along the same lines (which the author answered) By the way, its total bullshit for you to make judgments about the way someone perceives race when you haven't been through anything like it. I don't even know where the fuck you got pretension from. Race is a factor, unfortunately, at all levels and at the most random moments.
This isn't actually about race. It's about testosterone. But it's extremely well written, and very compelling story.
Oooh, a Fight Club graphic, and a similarly cliched article to match. I'm guessing you're 12? What an inane, machismo-infused, hackneyed diatribe allegedly about race. Cute 9/11 reference with reference to your background. So, you shoved a black guy and he grabbed your neck, and you're Arabic, but you can "pass". Congratulations. No, I wasn't fucking wondering whether he was black, asshole. You're a bad writer full of yourself. That was the most boring pretentious thing I've read all week. If you want an intelligent, insightful, amusing, well-written article on race, read something like this.
Very well written. Admittedly, racial issues is not a topic I am fond of reading about, but he kept me engaged.
Look Twice By guest contributor Joseph.
A very insightful and challenging piece of writing that succinctly raises the spectre of racism.
From the page:
"I was standing a foot away from him and he had no idea that he was talking about killing me. Unlike the guy from my then-office who had to quickly explain he was Cuban to group of punks looking to beat an Arab on his way home from work a few days before, I am fair skinned, green eyed: invisible. Listening to him laugh about murdering me, I wasnâ€t sure what was going to happen. I had no confidence that anyone would lift a finger if half the people on this train decided to beat me to death. I was sick with anger and fear, shaking from adrenaline pumping into my body. I stared at him until he noticed me. His eyebrows shot up. He looked away and looked back. His face was beery and pink. My face was blank. â€oeYou want something?â€ he said. I said nothing. I just waited. â€oeYou got a problem?â€ I shook my head. I wanted him to see me and know who I am.
I thought to myself, Look at me, you son of a bitch. Look at me and see me. I thought, My people invented higher mathematics. The concept of time. We invented the concept of Zero. The color purple. The letters in the alphabet that make up the words you are using to talk about exterminating us. My father ran away to fight the Nazis in World War ll and was sent home because he was just a skinny kid. He fought in Korea as a young man and when he died decades later, he was buried with an American flag in his casket.
And I. Am. Standing. Right. Here.
I could feel all of the things about me that made his eyes just slide over me in the first placeâ€"my skin, my eyes, my perfectly assimilated western bearingâ€"fall away and for the first time he could see that I am an Arab. "