Discrimination…

For my Social Welfare class at the University of Utah we were required to write an editorial about something, some people group, or some attitude that we discriminate against. After taking much time to contemplate what it was that I personally discriminate against, this is what came to be…

As I look at myself and examine my mind for what it would be that I discriminate against, I search my mind for a people group, or religion, or culture. Staring at a list of people or things to discriminate against, my mind continues to draws blanks. I reach for my pen and I scratch blacks, Africans, and African Americans off of the list. I work with Sudanese refugee families; their children have become some of my greatest little pals. There is no way on earth that I could discriminate against them, instead it is more that I make them a model of a life I would like to live, to have the courage to leave oppression, to fight their way through the desert for freedom. I scratch off religion, because I delight in sitting and taking every ounce of what I can learn about each and every one of them. I have to take more time to contemplate this thought, the first thing that comes to my mind is, upper class whites. Ok, maybe that was a bit crude. The thing that I discriminate most against is affluent people who would rather spend their money, time and resources furthering themselves, and condoning the lower class for not doing the same. Yet these people do not take the time to become educated on poverty, in there own nation, yet alone the world abroad, people who are ignorant and/or arrogant about global procurement.

I cannot stand people who go and talk about how terrible all the poor people are, because of their tax money is going towards lower class aid. I internalize it so much but there are just some of those people that seriously know every way to get under your skin when they know that there is a cause that you are adamant about. For me being a social work major that extremely wants to specialize in third world relations and aid, helping people who have the inability to help themselves is something I savor in my relations. I work at Starbucks coffee; we sell a roast that is called Caf