Some can be very bad. At that time I felt sympathy, and fear. That is when I realized that there are two sides to a person.
Growing up a black teen in the south, dealing with racism was a regular part of life. Like the time an older white lady told me I was the second funniest black person she knew. Uh, thanks. Or the day a white kid at my school called me over to his lunch table and asked if I sold weed. No, I said. Why would you think that? Well, because you’re black, he said.
Sexual harassment can irreversibly damage someone’s life, and that it doesn’t just happen on the street or behind closed doors.
When I was a freshman, I had to take and pass a health / sex-ed class. But that requirement was cut two years ago because of funding constraints. Now, the lack of sexual health knowledge is clear on my campus.
“How Long Will I Cry: Voices of Youth Violence” is a new play at the Steppenwolf Theater in Chicago. The play depicts young people who were involved with gangs, and participated in or were victims of street violence. It follows the true stories of young people in Chicago.