After reading Brent Staples’ Narrative essay, it becomes clear that racial stereotypes negatively affect relations with people who have no knowledge of the one that they are stereotyping. In the start of his essay, Staples describes a moment where he was simply walking through his neighborhood park, and a white woman took off running on a presumption that he was a possible rapist or thief, based only off his appearance. With this though, in his case this was negative and horrible, but sometimes isn’t it negative and fun? It is to me. When I’m not with anybody of importance and, obviously somebody will do this when I’m out, I get approached and normally people tend to assume that I play a sport, though quickly they assume its basketball. Now if I’m with, say my dad, I’ll be polite and respond politely with a yes I do, but let me be with my sister who is equally, if not more, goofy than I I’ll either respond no I’m not good at sports, or the funnier option of picking a sport that has nothing to do with my height or size.
Have you ever found yourself in this predicament? Ain’t racial profiling boughta ^$#@*?
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