judging a person does not define who they are, it defines who you are.

so.

lately i've noticed a lot of people have no problem

throwing around their prejudices like it's completely normal..

and maybe for some people it is.

but i am not okay with it.

i don't like to be around people who judge,

 make derogatory comments, are blatantly racist, anti semetic,

 stereotype, or just plain hate.

i don't want to hear your ignorant comments ma'am,

so please don't assume that i am okay with what you are about to say just because i happen to be the same skin tone as you.

Especially do not think it is ok to then follow up your ignorant, blatantly racist comment with an attempt at recreating a facial feature you apparently think translates into

the person or group you are talking about, incase the choice words you chose to use didn't explain who you were talking about clearly enough.  

and PLEASE after you do both of these things, do me a favor and do NOT follow up with

" but i'm not racist"

um. yes you are.

don't go ranting about a certain religious group on facebook and then get angry and defensive when someone (of that religion) tells you your comments are disgusting. because they actually were. i'm not even friends with you but thanks to facebooks stalking second by second feature, i got to see what someone i am fb friends with said to you about it, and i 100% agreed with her. your comment was disgusting. and your follow up defense was even worse.

in this week alone i've heard entirely too many ignorant comments on the following:

that's gay.

no homo.

get raped.

... the single mother who "was another waste of your tax payer dollars since she was too busy having kids and collecting food stamps to work"

....that you were too good to go work in the "ghetto" with "those inner city kids"

... a "fat" girls "rolls"

...what a faggot.

... "aids is a disease gays get"

" all i know is my kids better not come home with a person that color"

..."i saw him and asked if he was the guy who stole my tv, you know, because he was black"

... "i dont date asians, because i hate them. i just do"

..." you're hispanic? but you don't look brown"

... "jews are all cheap"

..." i'm not going to clean the bathroom, thats what mexicans are for"

i'm not kidding even a little bit here.

don't even get me started on the time my neighbor said my mom was a "foreigner" and

 "foreigners were to blame for everything bad in this country, just like that obama"

honestly guys, i try my hardest to be open to every single person i meet.

i don't understand the ignorance of people.

some of them seemingly intelligent, successful people.

i just know what i think.

i see people, i don't see skin tones.

i see human beings, not stereotypes, not generalizations.

i hear words, a mix of languages, a blending of cultures.

i see traditions, beliefs, and a mutual respect for customs & people who are different from myself.

i don't see hate. i refuse to.

i believe in equality, in the rights of every man woman and child.

i believe in the right to live your life, to love who you want, be friends with who you want, and to become everything you ever imagined you could be, in the life you want to create for yourself.

i don't know. maybe i'm alone here. maybe i've just been exposed to so many different people that i refuse to be sheltered, to be ignorant, to believe in a superior race, to believe in only one way of living.

cheesey maybe, but i believe in the human race.

so do me a favor next time you want to say something that you will probably follow up with

"but im not ________"

keep it to yourself.
don't assume everyone around you shares your ignorant beliefs.

because i certainly don't .

so maybe i'm judging you...just like you judge everyone else.
but i'm going to sleep tonight with a clear conscience

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with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

Sarah

battle scars

judging a person does not define who they are. it defines who you are.

I can't honestly say I've never passed judgement on someone. I have and I'm ashamed to admit it. I'm ashamed because once upon a time I was someone elses target. When I was in middle school and high school I was bullied relentlessly by the same girls, and the only reason they finally stopped was because their leader moved away and the others sort of faded away without having their leader around to follow. After that group stopped another group of girls started up with me as their target. And another one, this time a bunch of boys. They all picked on me about my hair, my clothes, my acne, my weight, my family, my boyfriend, the fact that I liked to read, the way I walked, basically anything about me, at one point even the way my nostrils flared when I spoke. 

There were times when I'd walk into the locker room to find things written about me all over my gym locker. I'd go into classes and find stuff scribbled on my desk. One morning, I even walked into the bathroom in the lunchroom to find something I won't even bother repeating written in red lipstick on the outside of the stall in huge letters. It wasn't hard to figure out who it was about since it clearly started with "Sarah Cort..." It also wasn't hard to figure out who had written it since I saw them walk out of the bathroom before I went in and start laughing as soon as they saw me walk back out. The worst part of it all was that some of those people?  At one point they used to be my friends. Some were even my neighbors. We used to play together, walk around together, sing songs in our rooms together and pretend we were superstars. We used to stand on the bus stop together, celebrate birthdays together, my parents used to give them rides home, and let them stay at our house because their parents were working late or super early and they needed somewhere to stay.

I remember worrying about what I was going to wear to school, dreading walking into rooms, begging to stay home, missing my bus on purpose so my dad would have to drive me to school just so I wouldn't have to sit on a bus full of people making fun of me, not even trying to hide the fact that they were doing it. Those years are far behind me now but still I just can't comprehend how people could be so cruel. How people could seemingly dole out mean, nasty things on someone and not even think twice about it. Not even not think about it, but not even be embarassed by it. Be able to face me with a straight face and hate me for nothing. I'll never figure it out. Since my high school years I've met people who haven't liked me for whatever reason. I've known people who have mocked me, ridiculed me, and thought everyone should know about it. I'm always shocked. I've learned to handle it better and tried to not let it hurt me, but that's a never ending battle.

I can't even imagine what it would be like for me to be in high school today. With social networking ruling practically every aspect of life, and bullying raging throughout schools across the country, it's a nightmare in the making. Kids don't realize how their words have the same effect on their victims as if they were running around stabbing people with a knife. Or maybe they do realize and really just don't care.Those kids turn into teenagers, twenty somethings, and then full grown adults, many of whom never change their mindset about the way they treat other people.

Those bullies I used to know? They've faded away from my life, some of them I haven't even seen in years, others I have and I've looked them in the eyes and walked away with my head held high. I've forgiven them, but have never forgotten. The scars they left on my spirit are still there. Battle scars.

I saw something tonight that brought back all those memories. It upset me and hurt me and it wasn't even about me. It just shocked me that still now, as adults, some people can still be that cruel and think it's ok. More than that, they think it's funny.





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   Please, please, please think twice before you judge someone. Please remember that we are all human, we all have struggles, and we all have people we care about in our lives. Please imagine what it would be like if those things you think are alright to say about other people was being said to someone you cared about. Would you be so quick to say those things then? I doubt it.

be brave loves,