Journal 3
Racism Alive and Well
As a young teen around the age of 16, I never thought or heard much about racism being strong and alive. I knew that it was still around but never in the strength of the 60’s, 70’s, and before. I will never forget watching a local band that was playing in the venue next to the coffee shop I was at. The music filling the street on that cool summer night or when they began burning the American Flag and screaming racist propaganda. Shortly after that flag was set fire to and the preaching of racism started a huge fight broke out in protest. At that one moment I knew that there was still and war brewing between equality among race.
Sitting outside of the coffee shop and watching the bright blaze that was once an American Flag, I was slightly confused and angered. I had no idea what was going on and why these band members had to show some sort of political outrage in the streets. Then the voice of the lead singer filled my ears as he began to preach about a Pro-White America and the glory of suppressing the other races. His voice strong and sturdy I could only sit there and be taken in by his charisma. I listened to him and his watched as his chest swelled with pride as a small circle gathered around him to listen.
What seemed to be a well put together speech slowly turned into a horrible slander on black people. His venom coming out in every word poisoned my mind and ears. People passing by slowly collected to the side and a fire in their eyes was set and aimed at this man. Face of the black people contorted in anger, their months small and tight holding back from lashing out as this man. The singer continued to preach with a sick and sadistic smile as he looked over the crowd.
The growing number of people became weary of this singers propaganda and out raged by his motives to sway the public. Most of all they hated his hatred and with equal hatred they rioted against him. I sat in fear as I watched this man get beaten almost to death and the rest of the band as well. Though the fight did not only stop with the band the fans become involved with this as well. My fear became anger as I watched my friends fight and I joined in as well. White hot rage filled my heart of this man and I took every bit of it out on a helpless fan in the fray.
In the end I believe we all fell into his hate and into some of the pro-white propaganda. The fighting, the rage, and the blood shinned through. Then and there I saw how not much has changed over time and may have only gotten worse. Racism is everywhere you look and go, media, school, on the streets, and even at home. Racism is very much alive and well if not stronger today than years ago.
As a young teen around the age of 16, I never thought or heard much about racism being strong and alive. I knew that it was still around but never in the strength of the 60’s, 70’s, and before. I will never forget watching a local band that was playing in the venue next to the coffee shop I was at. The music filling the street on that cool summer night or when they began burning the American Flag and screaming racist propaganda. Shortly after that flag was set fire to and the preaching of racism started a huge fight broke out in protest. At that one moment I knew that there was still and war brewing between equality among race.
Sitting outside of the coffee shop and watching the bright blaze that was once an American Flag, I was slightly confused and angered. I had no idea what was going on and why these band members had to show some sort of political outrage in the streets. Then the voice of the lead singer filled my ears as he began to preach about a Pro-White America and the glory of suppressing the other races. His voice strong and sturdy I could only sit there and be taken in by his charisma. I listened to him and his watched as his chest swelled with pride as a small circle gathered around him to listen.
What seemed to be a well put together speech slowly turned into a horrible slander on black people. His venom coming out in every word poisoned my mind and ears. People passing by slowly collected to the side and a fire in their eyes was set and aimed at this man. Face of the black people contorted in anger, their months small and tight holding back from lashing out as this man. The singer continued to preach with a sick and sadistic smile as he looked over the crowd.
The growing number of people became weary of this singers propaganda and out raged by his motives to sway the public. Most of all they hated his hatred and with equal hatred they rioted against him. I sat in fear as I watched this man get beaten almost to death and the rest of the band as well. Though the fight did not only stop with the band the fans become involved with this as well. My fear became anger as I watched my friends fight and I joined in as well. White hot rage filled my heart of this man and I took every bit of it out on a helpless fan in the fray.
In the end I believe we all fell into his hate and into some of the pro-white propaganda. The fighting, the rage, and the blood shinned through. Then and there I saw how not much has changed over time and may have only gotten worse. Racism is everywhere you look and go, media, school, on the streets, and even at home. Racism is very much alive and well if not stronger today than years ago.