The first time my brother experienced discrimination was when he was giving interview for a new job. The receptionist was very aggressive and discourteous in the way she responded to my brother’s questions and guided him. She asked number of questions to him as if she was terrified of the confirmation of my brother’s job in their company. She asked so many questions and it made my brother even more nervous since he was already anxious about the interview.
In another incident, my parents went to obtain my mother’s ID card. The lady who was assisting us asked countless questions as if she was investigating them for a corruption. My father kept on answering her questions to which she said, “Why are you answering my questions? Cant your wife talk?” My father replied that she cannot speak English, to this the lady said, “That’s what I too thought.” At the end, she refused to issue my mother an ID card with an excuse that we didn’t provide complete information and proper answers to her questions.
My own experience related to discrimination was when, in the same year I got enrolled in high school. I was perceived by others as a Mexican student, who cannot speak English. I clearly remember the first day of my school when I was walking nervously to look for a seat near a student from the same ethnicity. I was forcing myself to stay since I was feeling so uncomfortable that I felt like running away. Students used to call me illegal, wetback and many other offensive terms.
As discrimination exist in our society, so does fairness, kindness and tolerance do. My family was being supported by our neighbors who were very helpful and respectful to us. They offered us their support and help in anything which we needed. In school, my counselors and teachers were always encouraging and supporting me and never doubted my potential and skills to exceed others in school.
Despite of such discrimination, I never held myself back. They couldn’t stop me from