In many cultures finding your identity is hard. It is even harder to not be labeled for what you look like in society. Currently, people have changed the way that they judge each other and are judging everyone based on the idea of their ethnicity. As I grew up, who I was as a person did not matter because everyone did not bully me based on the color of my skin. I assumed I was just like everyone else. Although when I became a teen things changed. After 9/11, my race and ethnicity mattered more and people treated me differently because I was labeled as a Muslim.
When I grew up my parents did not talk to me about race because it was never an issue. I learned only about my culture but never once did they talk to me about other people race and ethnicity. I think they figured my school would take the responsibility to teach me about those kinds of things. I could relate to the article, “Race Talk” when I heard a quote from one of the participants, “Beth: There was never a major conversation on race, but it was very much a part of who you were, how you grew up.” It was not anything my parents figure held importance.
Later on I moved in 2003 and attended a new middle school people were curious about my culture because I was the only Arabs attending my school. For instance, they wanted to know why I fasted because all the students in my class were Hispanics and were clueless about Ramadan. This made me seem like I was an alien and that I was the only Arab around. When I discussed it with my sister she told me it is better that they ask question instead of being bullies. This made realized I knew less about my ethnicity and I began to ask my parents questions.
As I started attending high school more people noticed my ethnicity and after 9/11, we talked about how people associated me with terrorism. They believed my family was just like those who bomb the World Trade Center and judged my mother because she wore the hijab. Lucky, I was never bullied for my race or ethnicity. This is probably because no one knew I was Palestinian until they asked me, but for my mother it was harder. She was discriminated against for wearing the hijab it made her an easy target for a stereotype of Arabs.
When my sister made the appointment to look at the apartment on the phone they said we can check out the apartment, but once they saw my mother entering the building wearing a hijab they told us we were unwelcome. After discussing it amongst ourselves, my family and I realized that the realtor gave us a look that showed disgust about our race. Their looks are an example of individual discrimination defined as “discrimination carried out by one person against another” (228). It was a way for someone to try to deter us from living in a certain neighborhood that was mostly Hispanics. Due to this situation as a family talked about how some people will judge you based on a misconception such as prejudice “an idea about the characteristics of a group that applied to all...