Stop Racism..!
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Last published Mon, Mar 23, 2015
WHAT IS RACISM?
"Why do people think that
something as permanent as race,
something we have no choice in, can make us better than another person?"
-Sarah, 16
THERE ARE NO REASONS OR EXCUSES FOR RACISM. IT’S JUST
WRONG.
Racism is ugly. It divides people into “us”
and “them”, based on where we come from or the colour of our skin. And it
happens when people feel that it’s okay to treat others badly as they go about
their daily lives.
And sometimes, you don’t
see it at all.
This essay is an attempt of sharing what the author feels about a particular subject.
The author does not intend to hurt any community/person.
Readers' views are welcome.
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