A distinct memory from my childhood is when I experienced
bias and prejudice resulted around my family’s economic status. When I was eleven years old my group of
friends was planning a “make over” party.
We wanted to all get together at someone’s house to basically put make
up on each other, do each other’s hair and give manicures and pedicures. One of the major details of the party was to
discuss whose house we would gather for the party. I immediately volunteered my house. I knew my mother enjoyed participating in
events like this and she would be on board.
When I volunteered my house, my girlfriends all kind of became quiet and
seemed uncomfortable. I did not pay any
mind to it, until one of my other girlfriends said no; we will have it at my
house. Immediately, all of my girlfriends
agreed. In my mind, I did not understand
and was quite taken back by the group’s enthusiasm because we would discuss how
we hated going to her house because her mother was really strict and scary. That night I went home and told my mother
about our plans; she was extremely excited and talked about how we could set up
our living room into a salon, etc. The
next day at lunch I told my girlfriends about the idea and asked if we could
have it at my house. Again, they became
quiet. Finally, one of my friends spoke up and said “honestly Lauren, your house
is not as nice as mine and it is really small”.
Then another one of my friends said “plus, my mother does not really
feel comfortable with me going to your neighborhood, especially if we are
sleeping over”. I honestly was in
complete disbelief and immediately became quiet.
This incident was the first time I felt judged because of my
economic status. All of my friend’s
parents had college degrees and lived in nice, middle to upper class, single
family homes. I on the other hand lived
in a town-home in town. Although it was
not the nicest neighborhood, it certainly was not low class or considered the “bad”
part of town. I remember my parents did what they could financially. There were definitely times going to the
grocery store that my parents would not let us get Dunk-a-roos because it was
not on the list and we could deviate from our strict budget. Although, I remember my parents talking about
money being tight and I never considered myself “poor” or “low class”.
After this incident with my friends I started to reflect and
compare my life to theirs. I realized they
all had nicer clothes, possessions and houses.
Their parents were more educated and had better careers. With that being said, the worst comment my
friends made was when they said their parents did not feel comfortable with
them coming to my neighborhood. Their
parents had never even been to my neighborhood, nor had they met my
family. They completely judged my
parents based on their economic status.
Then they made a stereotype and a bias regarding our economic status.
This incident made me become self-conscious of my family and
envious of my friends. I felt inferior to
them. I no longer felt like they
respected me and I was an equal within the group. I remember babysitting non-stop to make my
own money in order to buy brand named clothing and to go ice-skating every Friday
because that is what the popular, respected, middle-upper class students did and
wore. The sad part about this situation
was instead of me standing up for my family and being proud of my parent’s
accomplishments, I became ashamed of them. Also, instead of realizing my friends were not
my true friends, I tried even harder to fit in and receive acceptance. Looking back on the situation now, I would have
handled the situation completely different.
However, at the time I felt the pressure of what the dominant culture considered
acceptable.
In order for this incident to have had resulted in greater
equity many factors would have had changed.
I believe it started with my friends.
Their perspective of me and my family based on my things and house would
need to be different. I believe their
perspective stemmed from their parent’s perspectives and judgments. My friend made the comment “my mom does not
feel comfortable…”, therefore I believe her parents had influenced her
perspectives and judgments. I believe their parents attitude and judgment
is a result of the dominant culture’s attitudes in our society. The dominant culture and our society are made
up white, middle-upper class, educated people.
Both of my parents had not received a college education and our house
and possessions did not reflect those of someone of the dominant culture. The dominant culture has made biases on people
of lower economical status. Therefore ultimately
this situation’s equity results from the dominant culture and the dominant
culture would need to completely change their perspectives in order for people in
our society to change their biases and judgments.
It is attitudes like those of the parents that continually feed the flame of prejudices in our society. Children learn values and respect from their parents, statements such as these provide a negative influence in the child’s developing sense of equity and fairness for others.
ReplyDeleteLauren, I have had some similar circumstances in my life. My family was economically disadvantaged when I was growing up and I can remember other children making an issue out of the fact that I did not wear the same brand name clothes they did. It's funny how important my outward image was at that age and now I could really care less whether my clothes come from Goodwill, Walmart or Calvin Klein. I honestly feel you and I are fortunate because we learned a lot more about the importance of the little things and that money does not buy happiness.
ReplyDeleteLauren,
ReplyDeleteBefore taking this course, how did you view this situation? Did it really hit home now or had you already put the puzzle together? Interesting how bias children can also be and it makes you wonder where did they learn this. Thank you for sharing.
Brenda
I enjoyed reading your post and I understand how you felt. I grew up very poor with no nice clothes and many friends would hurt me deeply. its funny because all those friends who would hurt me all never attended college and they work in fast food restaurants and some are in drugs. I am happy that I was able to have a career and I never let their comments hurt me. They were painful but I learned to ignore them. Great post!
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