Institutional Racism In My Family

Having explored my target and agent identities has helped me identify certain types of institutional racism that my family and I go through. In this paper I will go into depth on one specific institutional form that I feel has impacted my family and me in the long run. I will also link that form to two other forms of institutional racism and explain how each one of them potentiate one another increasing their ability to exclude or deny. Last but not least I will reflect my thoughts and emotions towards these issues for both my family and I. Incorporating the collage sharing that I had with two of my classmates and their feelings and emotions as well.
In the book, “Racism in the United States, Implications for the Helping
The author’s purpose is to emphasis how racism remains institutionally embedded in the U.S society and focus on what remains as oppose to what has been accomplished. When I put thought into which forms of institutional racism affects my family and I the first three forms that catch my attention right away are, Residential, Educational and Employment. Having being born and raised in the city of Watts .CA and living in public housing were to me the best years of my life as a child. Yes there were several shootings and drug abuse and many other crimes being presented but as a child you learn how to appreciate the roof over your head. Now as an adult I question this residential racism that my family and I had to go through and are still going through. As a child I never really paid attention to the type of people that were living in my community until now I have realized that blacks and Latinos have been segregated into these communities for a reason. I remember growing up and my father always complaining how
My urge to a higher education will lead the way to a successful career and possibly a beautiful home in a good community. I will also be able to set a good example for my little sister and my nephews and nieces. Having them realize that although our family has struggle for many years due to these intuitions that oppress us there’s always a way around it. I feel privilege in a sense because the struggles that my older family members went through were lived experiences that made me stronger and strive for a better outcome. The endless nights that my parents worked to provide me with food and shelter has kept me alive long enough to change history. I have also come to realize that these forms of Institutional Racism exist on many levels. The fact that we were redlined and segregated from good neighborhoods with lack of proper resources leads my brothers to dropping out of school. Forcing them to work at fast food places living check by check causing stress upon which lead them to gangs. Which eventually had them in jail facing time due to these forms of