My brother had a project to do at a museum, and he decided to bring me along. I think he knows how much I love museums, and how I love to go to new places.
It was such an amazing experience for me as I didn't know how much the Japanese had to go through after Pearl Harbor. I've always known that Asians had to go through a lot of racism, but I never knew how much the Japanese had to go through. it makes me want to cry for every person who had to go to concentration camp, be sold into slavery, or beaten for their skin color
Although I'm not Japanese, I've always had in interest in their culture because I was born there. Japan will always have a little piece of my heart.
The more I learn about people and their mistreatment of other people, the more it makes me really sad. It's starting to become clear to me that racism is my pet peeve. I hate when other people judge you by your skin. I hate when people make assumption about you because of your race. I hate how intolerant people are. It makes me insane just to think about it.
I love people that don't see color, and when I see a mixed baby... it makes my heart melt. As cheesy and impossible as it sounds, I wish that everyone could just love each other, and that no one ever has to suffer because of what race they were born into. How I wish that was truly possible.
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