#antidiscrimination

Anti-discrimination official in the Trump administration called most hate crimes hoaxes

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And his job is to fight discrimination… | Photo: Consumer Financial Protection Bureau

An official working in the Trump administration, enforcing laws against financial discrimination, once alleged most hate crimes are hoaxes.

Eric Blankenstein is a policy director at the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau. In 2004, however, he ran a blog under the alias ‘egb3r’, along with two other…

Housing and Urban Development Secretary Ben Carson is back with more anti-transgender rhetoric, saying his department is backtracking on antidiscrimination protections for trans people because their presence in homeless shelters makes others feel uncomfortable, with the implication that trans people somehow pose a threat.

Society be like:   “Do some squats” “eat clean (pills, hunger, starve)” “Thigh gaps, yes please!” “Ass please, no scars, no stretchmarks!” “O-M-G no mustache!” “Ohh blonde hair go get that look gurl!!”

Does society define the true meaning of beauty?

Why can’t I have white skin? Why am I not pretty like those girls? Why can’t I just be skinny like them? These are the questions that keeps popping in my head.

         When I was a kid, I was always bullied because of my skin. “Charcoal” is their definition for me, I don’t have any choice but to stay quiet because I don’t know how to defend myself. Because most of them were boys. I was always called “fat” because I have a double-chin and I eat a lot, because I always carry a lunch box which has lot of foods. You know moms, right? :) That’s why I always felt uncomfortable about my looks and myself. I started to feel ashamed of what I looked like.

         Everyday, I would look at the mirror and try to fix myself because I don’t want to get bullied again. I tried to look “beautiful” that I started to cut my hair to put on some bangs, I thought I would look nicer with it. But it became worse, another day goes by and there I have it. Another discrimination and new names for me.

           When I was in Grade 1, I experienced another tragic moment in my life. I had an accident and I needed an operation because my left arm was fractured. My left arm resulted a scar, and that made me feel more insecure and also ashamed of myself. I was scared of being bullied again because of my scar, because it looked like a centipede. I would always cover it with my hair and wear long sleeves. But one day, I forgot to hide it. I was bullied and teased again and was called as “the girl with a centipede on her arm.”

            I also remembered the time when I cried, when I was in Nursery and was playing with my classmates, I like playing with boys because I’m a little boyish before. They would tell me that I was a “tomboy” because I don’t know how to fix myself, and my face is fat and was shaped like an Oblong. I stopped playing with them and walked at the corner and cried. As I was crying, someone tapped me and there I saw a woman, the owner of our school. She asked me why I’m crying and I told her the reason. She lift me up, wiped my tears and for the very first time. I heard these words, “Don’t cry, don’t you know that people with Oblong face are beautiful? Don’t listen to your classmates, you’re beautiful.” With those simple words, I stopped crying and felt a little confident. That was my very first time to hear from other people that I was beautiful. 

            Being teased, bullied and to experience discrimination was very hard. One time, I borrowed the watch of my classmate because it was pretty, and that time my parents can’t afford those things because they just focus on our needs. Her parents told me that I was poor. I returned it to her and never ever talked to her again. I had so many experiences of discrimination, not just from my classmates but also from other people. Most of it was because of my appearance, I’m not white, beautiful and not skinny.

       And today, social media shows what is the standard of being beautiful. Skinny, thigh gaps, white, big lips, nice brows, big butts and big boobs. Is that the true meaning of beauty? As I grew up, I slowly understand things and accepted who I truly am. I may not be white, beautiful and skinny like them. But I have Jesus in my heart and I believe that I am fearfully and wonderfully made by Him. I am certain sure that’s one of my edge to other girls out there.

         So to those people who feel insecure and ashamed of yourself, you guys don’t need to starve yourself just to look skinny and sexy. You don’t have to copy those girls out there who squat their asses and post it on social media just to gain likes and attention, you don’t have to use pills or other things to make your skin whiter, you don’t have to wear such makeup just to look beautiful. Don’t let society and other people define who you really are, because it’s up to you if you will let them pull you down. It’s not bad to feel not so good about yourself, all of us experience those things. But to let them define you? Girl, wake up and try to embrace God’s gift!

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In a 3 0 loss with emotions running hot, he walked to the stands and told his own fans to stop a discriminatory chant. No theatrics. No PR script. Just a coach choosing people over cheap noise. This piece is about that choice. Why it matters, why it should not be rare, and why protecting the game means protecting everyone inside it.