Theory

I'm sitting with me best friend Crystal and her friend Sammy at the public library. It's pretty fascinating sitting with the two, talking theory, and venting about the ignorant people we encounter in this world. We three are minorities and understand the challenges we must face in order to succeed. Also, as minorities we feel empowered through the education and knowledge we have acquired.
I realize I am very critical and harsh when it comes to the subject of race, and specifically white people. It does not make me racist, I feel that I am just a realist. I know that I live in a diverse city, full of culture and vibrant life, but I also know that there are people here who do not wish me well. People who do not expect minorities to succeed and thrive. I'm not saddened by it. It is a reality. It is also a motivator. I, personally, have not been victimized in my education about race but I have experienced racism. Not just once or twice but a few times. It was horrid and humiliating. The memories alone make my blood boil. This boiling, infuriating feeling gives me more drive though, than anything. I will be successful, not just to make my parents proud, but also as a model to others like me. I want the kids that I intend to work with to know that I struggled and over came. That those kids too will one day reach their dreams and goals.
Argh. I realize this is coming off preachy. This is because I've had a damn good conversation about race with these two people sharing this table with me. Definitely nerd matter, but so necessary sometimes, just to get the annoying things from class out of my chest. Enough of me. I will update with a much more happy post that I've been meaning to write up. Au revoir!