apathy

We had to write a final reflection for my Race and Minority Relations Class. The assignment was to just write without editing, etc. So, this isn't edited so bear with me. I just wanted to post it cause I'm so pissed at people in the class for being so apathetic.

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One of the things that I realized one of the final days of class is that people do not like to feel uncomfortable. It isn’t that I didn’t know this before but it was just very evident to me during a class presentation. It was quite discouraging that people were getting upset that I was dissecting and showing the fallacies behind the “Cons to Immigration” argument. Initially the girl wasn’t showing how these arguments were false but rather just reading what she said, “I found it in several places in the internet”, which we know can have a definite bias and be constituted as misrepresenting the argument at hand. Why am I the only one of the few that keeps talking? Because I care. Many people may be sick of hearing me but it pisses me off when people sit back and soak in false arguments that showing the “cons” of immigration. One must ask themselves if the majority of the members in our class would’ve seen the lies to the “con” argument of immigration or would have just accepted it as true “cons” and negative implications of immigration. I would argue that they would’ve taken them as truth and good rebuttal to the “pros” of immigration. This is just an isolated incidence but such things have happened multiple times. A quote from the movie Boondock Saints goes, “what we have to fear is not the evil of bad men, but the indifference of good men”. I don’t know if I saw that change in our class. Some people just say things to participate, but never take them home. I thought I could trust that people, for the better, could change. But indifference was everywhere in class today. So what if I have too much to say? What I have to say is important because it debunks the fallacies that we live in our everyday lives. People stopped caring a few weeks into the class. They did what they had to in order to get by. People became too tired and sick of talking about these serious issues. Us white folk don’t like to see the truth and reality to what we have done to people. It’s better to scoff at, despise, or whisper behind the back of the individual that has something to say. If they won’t say or recognize it then I’ll shove it in their faces. I will not apologize for that. I will not run away from issues such as the vigilantism of racist white Americans gunning down people on the border. I will not let some “facts” (they aren’t facts) be displayed on the projector without being debunked. I will not waver when people scowl at me for expressing my honest experiences and opinions on the catastrophe of social stratification and racism so prevalent in our society. If students despise me for speaking out and making them uncomfortable, then so be it. If students see me as a raging opinionated critic of our society, then so be it. I don’t care about their opinion, hell; I don’t even care about their feelings when it comes to such matters as social injustice. I care about fixing us. I care about the black man and white man trying to understand each other. I care about fixing what we have done to the indigenous societies (including the USA) all over the world. I care about women having a voice…about any oppressed, repressed, suppressed group/people/individual having a voice that creates movement and doesn’t just echo without being heard in the ears of indifference. What did I learn in this class? That people don’t care enough.