Racism Is Racism

Racism Is Racism

There is no such thing as reverse or opposite racism.

Our nation's history of oppression and racism is no secret. Everyone knows about slavery and the Civil War, the stigma against Muslims, and other forms of racism. The term, though, is most generally associated with Caucasians'/Whites' racism against African Americans/Blacks. Because of the tragic era of slavery in America, we still associate racism as an issue most widely faced by African Americans. So, when someone is racist against a Caucasian, it's most commonly referred to as 'opposite racism' or 'reverse racism.'

The term 'racism,' according to Dictionary.com, which primarily uses the Random House Unabridged Dictionary as a source, is most simply the "hatred or intolerance of another race or other races."

Nowhere in the dictionary definition of racism is there any mention of which race is allowed to or is most likely to be racist or which race is allowed to or is most likely to be discriminated against based on race. Racism is not only for white people, and black people are not the only race who suffer from racial hatred, discrimination, and inequality.

Just the other day, I overheard a conversation about someone being 'opposite racist' toward the white athletes in the NCAA tournament. Although I didn't say anything, this immediately rubbed me the wrong way. I know 100 percent that the person who made the comment had no bad intentions or ulterior motives when mentioning this, they just didn't know how else to describe racism against white people. Therein lies the problem. Racism against white people is racism. Racism against black people is racism. Racism against any race is simply racism as it is spelled out in the definition above.

There is no such thing as 'reverse racism' or 'opposite racism' because racism itself is not discriminatory against any particular race. Our society and our nation's people, especially millennials, because we are the population with the most potential to make change in our world, need to recognize that racism can be displayed by any race and toward any race. A certain race can even be racist against their own race, and that is not called 'self racism' or 'opposite racism' or 'backwards racism.' It is simply called racism.

I hope that everyone reading this will agree with me that racism is racism, and there is no reverse way to be racist. If you make a derogatory comment against a particular race, you are being racist, no matter what race your comment is directed toward. I also hope that everyone reading this will make an effort to be more aware of the words you choose when discussing racism. I hope that the next time you have a reason to say someone was being racist toward a white person, you consciously make an effort to say just that instead of 'reverse' or 'opposite' racism. It's time we put an end to the common notion that racism is a doctrine that may only be used against African Americans. Racism has the ability to harm all people of any and every race.

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To The Coach Who Ruined The Game For Me

We can't blame you completely, but no one has ever stood up to you before.

I know you never gave it a second thought, the idea that you're the reason I and many others, never went any farther in our athletic careers.

I know you didn’t sincerely care about our mental health, as long as we were physically healthy and our bodies were working enough to play. It’s obvious your calling wasn’t coaching and you weren’t meant to work with young adults, some who look to you as a parent figure or a confidant.

I also know that if we were to express our concerns about the empty feeling we began to feel when we stepped onto the court, you wouldn’t have taken the conversation seriously because it wasn’t your problem.

I know we can't blame you completely, no one has ever stood up to you before. No one said anything when girls would spend their time in the locker room crying because of something that was said or when half the team considered quitting because it was just too much.

We can't get mad at the obvious favoritism because that’s how sports are played.

Politics plays a huge role and if you want playing time, you have to know who to befriend. We CAN get mad at the obvious mistreatment, the empty threats, the verbal abuse, “it's not what you say, its how you say it.”

We can get mad because a sport that we loved so deeply and had such passion for, was taken away from us single-handedly by an adult who does not care. I know a paycheck meant more to you than our wellbeing, and I know in a few years you probably won’t even remember who we are, but we will always remember.

We will remember how excited we used to get on game days and how passionate we were when we played. How we wanted to continue on with our athletic careers to the next level when playing was actually fun. We will also always remember the sly remarks, the obvious dislike from the one person who was supposed to support and encourage us.

We will always remember the day things began to change and our love for the game started to fade.

I hope that one day, for the sake of the young athletes who still have a passion for what they do, you change.

I hope those same athletes walk into practice excited for the day, to get better and improve, instead of walking in with anxiety and worrying about how much trouble they would get into that day. I hope those athletes play their game and don’t hold back when doing it, instead of playing safe, too afraid to get pulled and benched the rest of the season.

I hope they form an incredible bond with you, the kind of bond they tell their future children about, “That’s the coach who made a difference for me when I was growing up, she’s the reason I continued to play.”

I don’t blame you for everything that happened, we all made choices. I just hope that one day, you realize that what you're doing isn’t working. I hope you realize that before any more athletes get to the point of hating the game they once loved.

To the coach that ruined the game for me, I hope you change.

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