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I was reading in Clean & Simple: The sequel about using your blog entries as journaling for pages. This is what I did with it. I was playing with the contrast on the photo and it struck me just how ethnic, for lack of a better term, that I looked. It went perfectly with a blog entry that I made a few weeks ago. This is the most journaling I have ever used on a layout before.<br></br>Bazzill cardstick in Parakeet and Chili, Basic Grey and Wild Asparagus patterned paper, Making Memories pewter flower brads, Colorbox Chalk Ink pad in Yellow Ochre, fonts are Times New Roman and Two Peas Wedding Day, journaling is as follows:<br></br>Some people seem to think that America is for the Americans. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to realize that there is no such THING as an American. We are all basically from somewhere else! The only difference is that some of us came from that somewhere else earlier than others. Some people seem to think that because their white ancestors came here on a boat that they are more deserving of being here than the people who were here in the very first place. Those people are now told that they are not welcome here anymore because of some white guys (who had nothing to do with them by the way) that decided to divvy up their land. I think that's BULL***T.<br></br>I honestly am divided on the whole immigration issue. Yes, it's pretty c***py when people who aren't citizens are using up our resources and committing crimes here. But it's not like they are the only ones doing it. My own husband made a comment about the illegals being in gangs. I looked at him and asked him how many gang members he has known in his life. He said well, none. I say well, I've known many, and I can tell you that every one that I have met was a citizen of this country. Yes, they may have been the children of parents who came here illegally, but their parents were not in any way affiliated with the gangs. He shut up.<br></br>Also, there's that little nagging detail that my own father came to this country as an illegal alien.<br></br>That's right folks… I am the daughter of a wetback.<br></br>When someone tells me that THOSE PEOPLE need to go back to their own d*mn country, and that they don't deserve to be here at all, they are telling me that I don't deserve to be here. Even worse, they are telling me that I don't deserve to EXIST, because I am the daughter of a wetback.<br></br>In the end, it doesn't matter what kind of shoes I wear, how much the purse I carry cost me, or what university I attended, in the end, I am just the daughter of a wetback, and I don't deserve to exist in this country, or even at all, because he had NO BUSINESS being in here in the first place.<br></br>I'm tired of having to feel inferior because I am Mexican. It's not fair, because it's something that I have absolutely no power over. I am tired of people judging me, and choosing not to like me because of who my ancestors were and where they came from. From the ex-boyfriend whose mother threatened to commit suicide if he didn't break up with THAT MEXICAN, to that b**ch that I worked with who felt that she could give me the grunt work at the store, because hey, that's what my people are used to doing. This was even after I defended her sorry a** to everyone who called her a b**ch behind her back! I am just tired of it.<br></br>How am I supposed to have pride in my heritage when everyone else is telling me that my heritage is simply something to be ashamed of? Of course, no one will ever say that to my face. They'll never have the b***s to tell me that I don't deserve to exist because my dad (who was a good person regardless of what any of the a**holes out there may think) had no “right” to be here. They'll never tell me to my face that I am JUST a Mexican, and that I am inferior. They won’t do it because they are cowards. Prejudice is hate, but it's fear also.


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