Call Me an American

Today while reading The Daily Prompt Ripped from the Headlines, I came across a post that I found interesting and disturbing.

The article they used was from Mad World News about “White Woman Caught In Vulnerable Moment, Black Guy Rolled Up & Took Over”

Maybe I’m knit picking but these things caught my attention.

The person who wrote the post says ‘Paints a different picture than most of today’s articles about the interaction of white people and people of African descent’.

The next paragraph the guy was called ‘The colored gentleman’, that did not hurt these women in any way, he went out of his way to make sure they would be safe during their travels! Now the gentleman has gone from being a person of African descent to a colored gentleman who didn’t hurt the white women but surprisingly helped them. Apparently the blogger doesn’t know how to address the nice gentleman or Black, African-American, Colored, African decent.

Why was the writer surprised that all of us aren’t criminals and want to hurt white people. It would be nice not to be lumped together—the good, bad, whatever.

I’m going to speak about how I feel about all these different names, I am an American born in America. I didn’t come from Africa or any other country but my ancestors did—African and White. As far as I know Native Americans are the original people of this land.

I am not black. The last time I looked down at my skin it was brown. An African-American is not necessarily a person with brown skin. The person can have white skin. I’m not colored either. Pick a crayon if you want colored.

It seems no one knows what to call us.

Just call me an American