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http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=&search_query=What+would+you+do%3F+Racism+in+an+Upscale+Store&aq=f

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Disney’s Proud Family,

So a couple of days ago I was watching tv and im not going to lie, I was watching the Disney Channel because my favorite cartoon is the Proud Family!!! They had the best episode i have ever seen in my life!! It was about racism and the story goes as follows.  Penny was in class and they were celebrating black history month.  Her teacher, who is black, assigned them a project of researching a black person. Penny was assigned Angela Davis and during the night she had a dream tat sucks her back into time.  She becomes Angela Davis and on her way to school she tries to talk to her friend Zoe, who is white, but she ignores her and Penny can’t understand why.  Then her black friend D’Jane tells her they arent allowed to speak to each other.  When they get to class all of the colored kids are in the back and the white kids are in the front.  The teacher turns out to be the white janitor from the future and the janitor happens to be the black teacher from the future.  Then and incident happens with Zoe’s bird and Penny’s mom happens to be a veterinarian and Penny takes Zoe and her bird to her house.  When they get there Penny’s father says to her “You can’t be friends with her she’s white and you’re black!”  To speed  it up, when Zoe and Penny get back to class and they sit next to each other and the whole class stops and the teacher says they can’t sit next to each other! Then the students have a sit in so that they can sit next to each other and the teacher finally gives in.  

It was an unbelievable episode it touched me so much because they didn’t  sugar coat anything.  The said things like they can’t be friends because their black and white.  I mean it was incredible! They really taught children, who were watching the show, about what happened in the past and how everyone wasn’t equal.  It was an episode that I would recommend all families watch because they kept it so real.  The funny thing was I was at my best friends house and her little brother had a little white friend over and he was so wrapped up in the episode like we were he didn’t notice anything around him.  The episode was so deep and refered to so many racial issues with respect to color that my best friend’s step father came running downstairs to see what we were watching! It was an excellent episode and everyone should see it unfortunatley i didn’t get the name of it but Im gonna try to find it!!!

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Hi everyone!

just wanted to share a post with you guys, which I find incredibly interesting. Its a poem called “teacher teach us this” which was posted on You-Tube by a member of the Mexican Movement for Nican Tlaca Indigenous people. This poem is very insightful in terms of expressing the views and concerns of the Mexicans on border control by the Americans.

teacher teach us this

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http://www.blackvoices.com/blogs/2009/03/19/disneys-first-black-princess-has-a-white-prince/?icid=main|htmlws-bv|dl1|link1|http%3A%2F%2Fwww.blackvoices.com%2Fblogs%2F2009%2F03%2F19%2Fdisneys-first-black-princess-has-a-white-prince%2F

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I was logging on to aol this morning and I came across this article on aol’s black voices section about disney’s first black princess and how she doesn’t have a black prince and I thought it would be interesting to see what you all thought!!!

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I did an informal writing on this article and Maxwell suggested that I post it for everyone to read. Please read and share your thoughts and comments. Enjoy! In case you want to see the site where the article is, here is the link: http://www.time.com/time/printout/0,8816,967892,00.html

What is culture, after all? The immigrant shrugs. Latin Americans initially come to the U.S. with only the things they need in mind — not abstractions like culture. They need dollars. They need food. Maybe they need to get out of the way of bullets. Most of us who concern ourselves with Hispanic-American culture, as painters, musicians, writers — or as sons and daughters — are the children of immigrants. We have grown up on this side of the border, in the land of Elvis Presley and Thomas Edison. Our lives are prescribed by the mall, by the 7-Eleven, by the Internal Revenue Service. Our imaginations vacillate between an Edenic Latin America, which nevertheless betrayed our parents, and the repellent plate-glass doors of a real American city, which has been good to us.

Hispanic-American culture stands where the past meets the future. The cultural meeting represents not just a Hispanic milestone, not simply a celebration at the crossroads. America transforms into pleasure what it cannot avoid. Hispanic-American culture of the sort that is now in evidence (the teen movie, the rock song) may exist in an hourglass, may in fact be irrelevant. The U.S. Border Patrol works through the night to arrest the flow of illegal immigrants over the border, even as Americans stand patiently in line for La Bamba. While Americans vote to declare, once and for all, that English shall be the official language of the U.S., Madonna starts recording in Spanish.

Before a national TV audience, Rita Moreno tells Geraldo Rivera that her dream as an actress is to play a character rather like herself: “I speak English perfectly well . . . I’m not dying from poverty . . . I want to play that kind of Hispanic woman, which is to say, an American citizen.” This is an actress talking; these are show-biz pieties. But Moreno expresses as well a general Hispanic-American predicament. Hispanics want to belong to America without betraying the past. Yet we fear losing ground in any negotiation with America. Our fear, most of all, is of losing our culture.

We come from an expansive, an intimate, culture that has long been judged second-rate by the U.S. Out of pride as much as affection, we are reluctant to give up our past. Our notoriety in the U.S. has been our resistance to assimilation. The guarded symbol of Hispanic-American culture has been the tongue of flame: Spanish. But the remarkable legacy Hispanics carry from Latin America is not language — an inflatable skin — but breath itself, capacity of soul, an inclination to live. The genius of Latin America is the habit of | synthesis. We assimilate.

What Latin America knows is that people create one another when they meet. In the music of Latin America you will hear the litany of bloodlines: the African drum, the German accordion, the cry from the minaret. The U.S. stands as the opposing New World experiment. In North America the Indian and the European stood separate. Whereas Latin America was formed by a Catholic dream of one world, of meltdown conversion, the U.S. was shaped by Protestant individualism. America has believed its national strength derives from separateness, from diversity. The glamour of the U.S. is the Easter promise: you can be born again in your lifetime. You can separate yourself from your past. You can get a divorce, lose weight, touch up your roots.

Immigrants still come for that promise, but the U.S. has wavered in its faith. America is no longer sure that economic strength derives from individualism. And America is no longer sure that there is space enough, sky enough, to sustain the cabin on the prairie. Now, as we near the end of the American Century, two alternative cultures beckon the American imagination: the Asian and the Latin American. Both are highly communal cultures, in contrast to the literalness of American culture. Americans devour what they might otherwise fear to become. Sushi will make them lean, subtle corporate warriors. Combination Plate No. 3, smothered in mestizo gravy, will burn a hole in their hearts.

Latin America offers passion. Latin America has a life — big clouds, unambiguous themes, tragedy, epic — that the U.S., for all its quality of life, yearns to have. Latin America offers an undistressed leisure, a crowded kitchen table, even a full sorrow. Such is the urgency of America’s need that it reaches right past a fledgling, homegrown Hispanic-American culture for the darker bottle of Mexican beer, for the denser novel of a Latin American master.

For a long time, Hispanics in the U.S. felt hostility. Perhaps because we were preoccupied by nostalgia, we withheld our Latin American gift. We denied the value of assimilation. But as our presence is judged less foreign in America, we will produce a more generous art, less timid, less parochial. Hispanic Americans do not have a pure Latin American art to offer. Expect bastard themes. Expect winking ironies, comic conclusions. For Hispanics live on this side of the border, where Kraft manufactures Mexican-style Velveeta, and where Jack in the Box serves Fajita Pita. Expect marriage. We will change America even as we will be changed. We will disappear with you into a new miscegenation.

Along and across the border there remain real conflicts, real fears. But the ancient tear separating Europe from itself — the Catholic Mediterranean from the Protestant north — may yet heal itself in the New World. For generations, Latin America has been the place, the bed, of a confluence of so many races and cultures that Protestant North America shuddered to imagine it.

The time has come to imagine it.

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