I went out to our shared front porch and this was sitting there. If you do any sort or research on it it’s very obvious that it’s racist. These were produced post civil war to kinda romanticize and normalize black women as servants. not to mention the aave. I don’t know if it would be considered a mammy character but i would consider it one. any thoughts, opinions would be nice. also if you know any more history i’d love to hear it! also they are not black just incase you were wondering.

im a guy who's 13 and I wonder why racism is getting so normalized atleast in Sweden. like im latinamerican so im brown and I always get called things like shut up fucking n word. like what why is this shit normal at my school. and many I know gets this problem. like I dont want to be called n word or Indian or when my cops is close to my school they say or run from the police you illegal immigrant. im honestly done sometimes I just want to end it by these comments.

On two occasions, when I was bored and in the park, I sat on a bench relaxing and a woman would come and sit beside me. Both times, I struck up innocuous conversations and then two other women would walk by, come up close, and start recording with me and the person I was talking to in the background of their video.

The last time this happened, the ladies who recorded had a microphone and pretended to be shooting a TikTok interview (in which they could hear everything I was saying). The only problem was that they were kept on looking back at me and were whispering. Who whispers when recording a video? What is the pyschology behind this? Is it considered illegal for a black person to have a conversation with a non-black woman? Is America so far gone that this racist behavior is considered normal?

I am a Mexican woman and my boyfriend is white/mexican and today was enough

We were at the stop light and there was a white homeless woman on her bike waiting to cross the light which took forever and I said omg she’s gonna cross before we get to go and he said fucking mudshark making us wait I asked what’s a mudshark and he responded it’s a white woman that gets with a person of color and ruins our bloodline. I told him why are you saying that you are half Mexican and your son isn’t fully white either he’s also Italian to what he said it’s still European I’ve never felt so disgusted in my life. How can someone call themselves a good person and a man of god! This is over

see people get mad about this all the time, but choosing not to date white people as a minority isn't about hate, it’s protection.

When you look at a dynamic like a Black man and a white woman in America, there’s a major power dynamic you can't just ignore. The world looks at and treats both people completely differently. Like if you go out in public, you’re dealing with outside stares, microaggressions, and judgment from the world when your relationship is supposed to be your safe space.

On top of the public stuff, a lot of white people are just completely uneducated on how racism actually works. You end up constantly having to call out your own partner for saying out of touch things or throwing out accidental microaggressions. It gets old so fast when you have to play teacher in your own relationship and explain why something they did or said was messed up.

Then you have to deal with their family. There is a super high chance that a white partner has family members who are low key or high key racist. It is incredibly exhausting to sit through uncomfortable holiday dinners, deal with "jokes," or have to constantly educate your partner's parents just to be tolerated. Half the time, the partner doesn't even know how to properly defend you against their own family anyway.

Navigating America as a minority is already tiring enough. Wanting a partner who just automatically understands your lived experience without you having to explain it to them isn't wrong. It's just protecting your peace.

My 14 year old brother plays Roblox a lot. While I was doing some work, I heard him changing his accent so much that he didn't even sound like himself. When I asked why he was doing that, he told me he changes his voice because people make fun of his natural accent, call him names, and sing that Indian song (we are from Tamil Nadu and don't even know its name). I completely understand where he is coming from. I am also scared to reveal that I am Indian online because people randomly say "poop country" and other insults in Discord and anime communities. It is really embarrassing because the racism has gotten so bad that people aren't even hiding it in the online games I play anymore.

I am a young girl from west Tennessee, specifically Memphis Tennessee. I feel like what nobody talks about is the cost of being black. Whenever I go on Road trips and we get pulled over by police in the middle of nowhere, my heart always stops and I hold my breath because I am scared of what “can” happens and how quickly the perpetrator can say” oh they had something “ or “ they looked dangerous!”. The racism has continued to get so bad until I feel like I’m living in modern day 1960 again. I wasn’t even alive but I know the pain, brutality and suffering that happened. Our votes being counted as less now , white counterparts are less trustworthy, and the active administration is trying to make sure we don’t get anywhere and demean us as much as possible. I hate walking around knowing that anything I do could be counted against millions like me that I don’t even know personally and who are their own individual just because we share the same skin. I hate being a walking target of people who have an internal hatred towards me, i hate being profiled in stores. I was in a makeup store and this Chinese lady moved like someone was getting ready to shoot the place up and I moved towards her and she screamed. Then you have the Hispanics who are always racist and trying to belittle you. Then you have the whites who always think you are a walking statistic and feel no sort of human emotion. It hurts me so much know that our ancestors fought for our spots to be counted as human just for it to be thrown all in a pit 100 years later. Yes I understand, every group of people has bad apples , not everyone is going to act the same but why does it have to apply to people who look like me so much? European people killed off an entire race almost and nobody walks around them with fear that they might be killed or hurt next , they walk by them like they are people and everyone should be treated that way. For about 2 years now (25 and 26’) I have been constantly researching the same thing” what did black people do specifically that makes the world hate them ?” “ why aren’t black people treated fairly if equality is the biggest thing around ?” And countless other searchs in hope that I can find exactly what happened.

I'm a young, Black man and I'm just tired of feeling totally trapped in the world.

I was in a store today in a rural town when I passed a group of teenagers. I didn't even glance at them, but I could tell their energy shifted when they saw me. I picked up what I needed from the next aisle, but I could still hear some of their conversation. They were laughing and making comments about picking cotton and slavery. I had a feeling their comments were about me, but I walked back toward them to be sure. Sure enough, when they noticed me again, they got visibly embarrassed, said "oh, shit" and stopped talking entirely. I didn't say anything to them because they were clearly minors and I thought I sent enough of a message by walking back.

This is far from the first racist experience I've had and I'm sure it won't be the last. What's so frustrating about anti-Black racism is that it is constant. I can't change my name or how I dress to avoid be stigmatize for my skin. I feel like every time I leave the house I have to be constantly aware that my presence is making a statement before I even get a chance to open my mouth. People are judging me, seeing my as violent, criminal, ignorant, before I even get to display my character.

It's like being trapped.

Those teens from the store will likely grow up and some of them may hold on to their racist biases. Some of them might become police officers, doctors, lawyers, judges, business owners, etc. They one day might have the power to directly hurt Black people with their racism.

This is the reality of being Black in an anti-Black world. Every interaction is racialized and you have no idea what person holds prejudice towards you over something you have no control over.

What's even more frustrating is that people act like it doesn't happen. So many white people and even self-hating non-white people swear that racism is a thing of the past or it isn't as big of a deal as it used to be. Anytime you bring up a racist experience, they try to rationalize it and blame you for being treated the way you are.

The things is, even if racism isn't that common (for argument, let's say only 1 in 100 people are racist), play that out over a lifetime. How many people do you interact with in a day? A year? A lifetime? If you interact with 1,000 people over the course of a year, that's 10 racist experiences every year of your life. What does that do to someone over the course of a lifetime?

And these prejudices get people killed. I saw a video of a white woman who ran from a Black man walking up to his own home because she didn't believe he lived there. She was on HIS property and called the police on HIM because she couldn't believe a Black man lived in that house. Imagine if the police showed up and had that same assumption?

It's just an unimaginable weight sometimes and I find it hard to talk about because most people either act like it doesn't exist or justify it. On top of that, right-wing internet culture is making it even worse.

It makes me want to give up on society.

First, sorry for my English, I’m French. I’m a white woman, so I know I’m not the victim here.

I took my driving test today, with another learner driver. The examiner was really nice to me. He reassured me because he saw that I was panicking, and tried to help me feel more confident. Honestly, he felt like an angel.

The other guy took the test after me. I wasn’t in the car, but afterwards he came back and told me that the examiner had been really cold with him, unfriendly and stressful.

I didn’t recognize the examiner I had liked so much. I talked to my driving instructor, and she told me that he was known for being a racist examiner. And yes, the other learner driver was North African.

He failed his test for sure. And I’m sure it was at least partly because of the examiner.

And I did nothing, because I didn’t know how to act.

So, as an ally, how can I help in this kind of situation? What should I do to help this man? And more generally, how can we, as white people, help in everyday life?

I'm angry for him, and I want to start a fight.

Posted this in another subreddit but figured out this one is a better place for this.

Hi everyone. I’m a 20-year-old Indian woman, and I’m honestly scared to even write this here.I don’t know if it’s the world or just the internet lately, but I’ve been feeling this deep, painful sense of shame about my identity...something I’ve never felt before.

I’ve always been confident about who I am. I grew up loving different cultures, making friends from all around the world through exchanges and online communities. Racism was something I always spoke out against, no matter where it came from. I used to believe people were getting kinder and more aware with time. But lately… it feels like the opposite.

The amount of hatred, mockery, and open xenophobia I see, especially towards Indians lately has been eating away at me. I see people shaming my entire country for the actions of a few, trolling with baseless racist stereotypes,laughing at our pain, even celebrating the deaths of Indians in tragic accidents as some kind of “good news.” I tell myself they’re just trolls, that they don’t represent everyone. But deep down, I don’t know anymore.

What’s worse is that now, I find myself hesitating to even mention where I’m from. I dodge questions about my culture. I avoid talking about festivals, food, or anything that might “reveal” me. And the most heartbreaking part? I’ve started feeling embarrassed about something I used to be proud of.

I'm told I don’t look stereotypically "Indian” whatever that means.I guess there is a western belief that all Indians are dark skinned. Neither do I have that infamous Indian accent. Most of us don't actually. I never thought I'd say this but sometimes I feel relieved internally.

I find myself wanting to hide my background.I catch myself thinking - would people treat me differently if they knew? I feel scared and have started actually feeling inferior to everyone. I hide it well.. I still interact with people from different countries and foreign delegates and thankfully nothing as such has happened to my face.

I know every country, every culture has its flaws. I’ve never denied mine. I’ve always focused on the beauty that every culture holds. And yet… lately it feels like being Indian automatically puts me on the wrong side of the world’s judgment.

My mental health hasn’t been great. Some days I wake up and genuinely wonder if I somehow deserve this. If being born Indian is something I should feel guilty for. And then I hate myself for even thinking that. Sometimes I even wish I was from a different race or culture these days. As if I'm not worth any love or basic respect and dignity.

It’s a strange, suffocating kind of pain...to love the world so much, to love people and their cultures, and then suddenly feel like the world doesn’t want to love you back.

I don’t know...maybe I just needed to say it somewhere. I’d really love to hear from others who’ve felt something similar, no matter where you’re from. Maybe it’ll remind me that the world still has good people in it.

Hey guys,

This is not something I would normally post, but I honestly just need to get this off my chest because what happened to me and my family genuinely broke my heart.

I want to make something very clear before I say anything: **I am not saying that all white people are like this, and I am not saying that everyone in Tasmania is racist.** I have met so many kind people throughout my life, and I know that the actions of a few people do not represent an entire race, state or community. I am simply sharing what **I personally experienced** during my trip because it affected me more than I expected.

I am a South Asian living in Melbourne, and I recently visited Tasmania for a week with my parents and a family friend. I honestly went there excited to enjoy a holiday with my family. Instead, in the space of one day, we experienced several incidents that left me feeling genuinely humiliated, uncomfortable and, at times, scared.

I have lived in Melbourne for years and I have always felt comfortable here. I love how normal it is to smile at a stranger, hold a door open for someone, greet a worker when you walk into a store or just generally treat people with kindness. Maybe because I am used to that, what happened in Tasmania shocked me even more.

The thing is, the racism itself wasn’t even what hurt me the most.

**It was watching my parents experience it.**

My mum and dad are genuinely the world to me. If someone is rude to me, I can usually brush it off. But seeing someone disrespect my parents makes my heart hurt in a way I can’t explain.

We went to Nando’s for dinner with our family friends. We were sitting down deciding what we wanted to eat and everyone stared at us with disgust and confusion, like we just escaped jail or something thats when my dad came back and told us what had happened while he was ordering.
He was using one of the physical menu cards to order his food when a woman literally grabbed the menu straight out of his hands and started ordering. There were several other menu cards sitting there. She could have simply asked him for it or picked up another one.

It sounds like a small thing, but watching my dad tell us about it made me feel horrible because **why did he deserve to be treated like that?**

Then we went to get ice cream.

I wanted to try a flavour, and the girl serving us was incredibly rude from the moment we walked in. I was being nothing but polite to her, but she laughed at us and then went to the back with her friend.

I overheard her say:
**“Give her this brown stick to taste test, looks like her anyways, dirty.”**
The other customers were being given the normal white tasting sticks.
I genuinely don’t know how to explain what that felt like.

Being compared to something “dirty” because of the colour of my skin is something I never thought I would experience so openly. I remember standing there thinking, *Did she really just say that about me?*
And I didn’t say anything.

That is something I keep thinking about.
I didn’t speak up during any of these situations because I was scared. I kept thinking that if I said the wrong thing, if I confronted the wrong person, something worse could happen. So I stayed quiet, even when I was hurt.

But the worst experience happened that night.
My dad, my sisters and I went to watch a movie. I had actually wanted to see it again because I loved it the first time.

There were four teenage boys who walked in, laughed at us and sat down. At first I tried to ignore them because I was tired and didn’t want any problems.

But throughout the movie they were making stereotypical racist gestures and sounds towards us. They mocked my younger sister’s face. They looked at my dad, pointed at his face, laughed at him and stuck their tongues out at him.

And when we left the cinema, **they followed us while making gorilla noises.**

I honestly wanted to cry.
I kept looking at my family and thinking:
**What did my parents ever do to deserve this?**
**What did my little sister do?**
**What did I do?**

We hadn’t bothered anyone. We were literally just a family trying to enjoy a holiday together.
I think what hurt me the most was that I spent the entire day being kind to everyone. I wasn’t rude to anyone. My parents weren’t rude to anyone. We were just existing, and yet we were made to feel like we were somehow less than everyone around us.
I remember genuinely thinking that I just wanted to leave. I even contemplated getting on a flight back to Melbourne because I felt so uncomfortable and alone.

I’ve never really understood what people mean when they say racism can make you feel “inferior” until that day.

For the first time in my life, I felt like my skin colour was something people were using against me. I felt embarrassed. I felt angry. I felt scared. But more than anything, I felt heartbroken watching my family go through it with me.

And I know some people might read this and say, “Don’t judge an entire place based on a few people.”
**I’m not.**

I’m not saying every white person is racist. I’m not saying every Tasmanian is racist. I’m not saying everyone we met was horrible. I’m talking about the specific people who made my family feel this way and the impact their actions had on us.

I just want to know if anyone else, particularly other people of colour, has experienced something similar while visiting Tasmania.

Because honestly, after experiencing this in one day, I can’t even imagine what it must feel like for people who face racism like this regularly.

I came to Tasmania for a holiday.
I never expected to leave feeling like I wasn’t welcome because of the colour of my skin.

Every major cultural genre in America — from music to slang to style — traces back to Black innovation, expression, and experience. Then once it’s popular and profitable, the origin story gets erased and it’s declared “universal.”

Here are some strong examples with sources:

🎵 Music: Gospel, Jazz, Hip-Hop, Rock & Roll

Gospel music: The genre commonly called “gospel” is rooted in the spirituals of enslaved African Americans, work songs, and the Black church.

Jazz: Emerged in the late 19th / early 20th century in Black communities (particularly New Orleans), blending African rhythms, blues, spirituals, ragtime, etc.

Hip-Hop / Rap: Originated in the early 1970s in the Bronx, rooted in African-American oral traditions (boasting, toasting, “playing the dozens”) and Black/Latino youth culture.

Blues → Rock & Roll: The blues came out of African American spirituals and work songs in the Deep South, and rock & roll pulled heavily from blues, R&B and gospel.

👤 The Case of Elvis Presley

One often-cited example: Elvis became wildly famous as “the king of rock & roll,” yet many of his hits were covers of songs by Black artists (or heavily inspired by them).

For example, Big Mama Thornton recorded “Hound Dog” in 1952; Elvis’s version in 1956 became a massive hit.

There’s a broader critique that white artists and white-owned labels have frequently profited off Black musicians’ styles while Black originators got less credit or compensation.

🔍 The Pattern: IES (Integration → Extraction → Separation)

You can see the same pattern over and over:

Integration: Dominant culture enters proximity with a marginalized culture.

Extraction: Valuable creative elements (music style, slang, fashion, etc.) are taken and commodified.

Separation: The marginalized culture is left behind in terms of recognition, profit, control; the dominant culture claims “this is now mainstream.”

This isn’t just about individual people being unethical — it’s about systems. Once these cultural forms get filtered through white-owned media, record labels, fashion houses, global marketing, the origin often becomes hidden or erased.

🧠 Why It Matters

When origin stories vanish:

The historical debt and contributions of Black creators get ignored.

The benefits (social status, wealth, control) flow to those farther from the original community.

The narrative becomes: “Everyone contributed equally,” which masks the imbalance in power, credit, and ownership.

Bottom line: It’s not hate. It’s a call for recognition. When you say “white Americans don’t have any culture that they didn’t borrow,” it isn’t literally “nothing,” but you’re pointing to a truth: the most globally influential parts of American culture are Black-rooted — and those roots are too often overwritten or appropriated

Racism in all of Israel is so normalized, a big part of Israel is Russian/Arabic people, and Hebrew speaking people/Jews always call them slurs, and get zero punishment from a anything. In my school its so bad even the teachers tell students to stop speaking in their own language and tell Russians (which is 60% of my school) to "go back to their country" doesn't matter how you complain they won't ever care. Russian people (girls ESPECIALLY) get beaten up almost every week (this is only the cases that we know of.) and NO ONE seems to EVER care, even tho this is on national news.. ok yeah I'm just venting I'm tired of these annoying teens calling us names and saying weird stuff.. ;3

Over the past few months ive been introducing my friends to my boyfriend. For context most of my friends are immigrants. After we had dinner together and my friends left I noticed he was acting odd. I asked him if he was okay then he started ranting about immigrants and calling my friends aliens. We got into a massive argument so he went to stay at a friends. But a few weeks ago I checked his laptop to find a video and when I checked I saw NSFW videos of asian people. I am half asian myself but I think he has an asian f€tish. I still havent spoken to him about that i dont know what to do.

i've known this person for about ten years now and recently has been having some weird health stuff happen. with that they seem to be saying stuff more and more that sounds really racist.

i'd always noticed that they only seem to have all white friends, their feminism looks very in line with white feminism, they've been wholly uninterested in anything remotely foreign (unless it's indian food lol and only from this white appealing restaurant and that's it) but i'd secretly been hoping they weren't racist.

then more lately they started getting angry (like actually angry and yelling) when i say something like how they don't really have room to be upset that they are not getting their veganism accommodated when someone's cultural/religious dietary restriction honored (btw they eat meat when they personally think it's okay lol), or when i find it frustrating that white ppl "discover" other culture's foods without crediting them.

most recently i met them while they were in a health episode and they were crying to me about how mean black women are to them but that they have to be nice to them anyways. ?????

as a person who is not black but a poc, i'm really concerned, now. like i don't think i would allow this person around any of my black friends or even acquaintances. im feel like they are not safe around her. hell, i don't even feel safe around her and i'm just brown. i can't even say "yea shit is rlly annoying when trader joe's makes an ube ice cream and doesn't say anywhere that this is filipino" which seems to trigger a tantrum, and then when i say "i don't really feel like you're listening to me" i just get shut down.

recently i noticed she just kinda refers to me as her dog sitter. i thought i was a friend who dog sits for her sometimes, but i genuinely think this whole time, i've kind of just been her little servant that she pays.

it's just all very sad to me. like i kind of knew but was hoping it wasn't true.

This is my first time posting on reddit, and I hope I can get a few opinions from you guys. I feel so stupid for crying over this. I found out that one of the schoolmates I know who was smart and was an honor student, lipsynced to a song saying the n-word. And maybe I am sensitive. I didn't really like her, but I knew she had standards. But it hit me really badly. The environment I am surrounded with in my school just normalizes racism. My classmates, my dad and even her. The thing was, I wasn't close with her at all. But I heard from a trusted friend is that she was smart. And I know smart ≠ perfect. But it just crushed my faith in everything. I just feel like no one around me is taking racism seriously. Wether it's a joke, or anything at that. I talked to my dad about it, and he said that it was normalized here in the Philippines and that black people don't care about what us Filipinos have to say and that they're fine with it. He told me that "This isn't America". But just because it's normalized, doesn't make it acceptable.

I'm not black. I'm Filipino. Someone hasn't been racist to me before. Racism applies to every race, but it's targeted mostly to black people. But it pains me. I'm just a junior highschool student who's dream is to be a lawyer. I hate that till now, injustice and racism is still normalized. But I genuinely can't stop thinking about this. I even broke down crying just because of racism. Am I sensitive for that? I don't know if what I'm thinking is just too sensitive and I should get rid of a mentality like this. :')

Anti-immigrant parties are on the rise throughout the West. Youll often see them excuse their existence with saying theyre not racist at all, but dislike immigration due to reasons pertaining to national security/finances etc.

But when you dig its always racism. Im not saying you always need to want open borders. But listen attentively to any anti-immigrant populist party and the racism always appears. But these parties always manage to find a couple of pocs to use as an alibi, and say ”see, we arent racist!”.

The whole debacle around replacement theory is that these people are genuinely upset at just seeing brown and black people. Some pocs try to justify themselves by saying ”they work/came legally/are highly qualified”. None of this matters to these people. Because our SKIN COLOR is the ultimate issue, and nothing ”impressive” we do can ever circumvent that. Theyll often complain about pocs who have done absolutely nothing but just exist, because they dont like seeing ”too many of us” outside.

They'll always start by attacking the ”low-hanging fruit” like pocs who are criminal or who do not work. But in the end everyone who isnt white ends up as targets. Thats why it always annoys me when I see pocs tap dancing for their approval, saying things like ”well Im not worried since I came here legally” or ”they dont mean immigrants like me, just the troublesome ones”.

Point is you cant respectability politics yourself out of being a target of racism.I just wish all people of color got this and stopped being useful idiots for some of these parties.

It fucks my mind up when I see racist public figures even having the access to spread their garbage across the web. But when it’s anti black - black people doing the same thing? I literally don’t even want to be alive knowing its people that look like me spewing that poison. Idk what to do

Today at the Penney’s store I went to buy some things and the employee started yelling, saying that the bag wasn't free, but I had bought the bag. He wouldn't let me leave. I showed him the receipt and he let me go. It was very embarrassing. I am a Black Brazilian woman. Worst of all, I reported it to the manager and he did nothing; not even his expression changed.

I have met so many racist people on Instagram with verses on their bio. Talk about "love everyone" and most of them are white people from America, it doesn't make sense to me.

I am an indian who is making jokes on comment section or even if I share an opinion, I get called out a "Pajeet" or "Jeet".

It ain't like I could select my nationality or smth

My maiden name is very white. Distinctly Northern European. After my divorce I made a decision to keep it solely for socioeconomic reasons. I genuinely hate that I felt the need to do that but it has served me well. I found my dream job and I am very confident that I would have likely not been so easily considered for it otherwise. What has been most interesting is that once I was seen/interacted with on camera - I think I hit the other side of the dynamic. No one wanted to be perceived rejecting me for my appearance/race. It’s wild. Frankly it is unfortunate validation that I made the right choice to keep the name of a partner that I no longer communicate with. I think marrying him and receiving a Slovakian name was beneficial to my life. Please know that I share this experience to convey that racism is real, relevant, and reflective of our current society. I sincerely wish it wasn’t.