Within the first five minutes of talking to a stranger I usually ask what ethnicity they are. Ethnicity means a lot to me, but I never hold it against anyone. I’m the kind of person that remembers their roots simply because I cannot deny them . My mother was the first person on her side of the family to be born outside of Ireland. As a result, the majority of my family lives in Ireland and that factor had a play on my upbringings. Since my mothers parents were from Ireland I was raised in an Irish household. At a young age my Irish grandfather told me that “it doesn’t matter where the hell your from, it’s where your going”. This old sang opened my eyes to accept people for who they are, even when ones ethnicty is obvious.
As I stated before, ethnicity means a lot to me. It can tell you about a person to some degree. I mean this in the best way possible because I believe everyone should be proud of their roots. On the other hand, some people hold too strong to their roots and find most abnormal behavior of sub-cultures deviant. History has proven countless times that, beliefs tied to specific ethnicities can lead to blindness of reality. “To an overwhelming degree, these experiences are socially constructed”(Silverman Rader 267). In other words, it is society that creates ridiculous stereotypes and prejudice, in context to the world. While some people choose to stare at the treeline, I was raised to look at the horizon.