Personal Narrative Analysis

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Everyday I walk the hallways of Hudson and look into the eyes of my fellow peers. In some eyes I see compassion, but in others, there is a hint of displeasure. Everyday, I look at white walls and white faces, and realize that I am one of the very few different people in my school. I am a black female in a predominantly white school. In school pictures, I am the first to be identified, a black face among a sea of white. I have never been ashamed of this fact. I am proud of who I am; however, there are people who make me second guess myself. In life, there are days that you will remember forever. For me that day was November 8, 2016, the day after the presidential elections. The day before that, my family and I were glued to the television as we watched the people of the United States show their true colors, and on November 8th, their colors bleed through my school. People adorned themselves with hats and shirts that read, “Make America Great Again,” and everytime I saw that, a shiver ran down my spine and millions of thoughts raced through my mind. I contemplated how and why, but then flashback to the moments when I drove through the city and saw signs reading Donald Trump’s name. I now knew how my fellow peers felt about politics, about society, about race, about gender, about me. I …show more content…
They defined me by the color of my skin. To them, the pigment of my skin allowed them to paint the worst picture of me; a picture of who they wanted me to be. Throughout the day I played the same quote in my head, “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” It has been over half a century since Martin Luther King Jr. said that quote, and now it felt like it was under mass scrutiny. Although, society has grown in some attributes, it keeps getting stuck in the past, in a dogmatic state of