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what's with race and ethnicity?
what's race? what's ethnicity? [don't do the google.] why do forms ask for this? |
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The only race is the human race.
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what's with race and ethnicity? what's race? what's ethnicity? [don't do the google.] why do forms ask for this? race is a physical descriptor and ethnicity is more closely related to culture or geographic origin I am caucasian but my ethnic heritage is celtic & germanic forms ask for it mostly for funding purposes - or marketing (same thing as funding in a round a bout way) |
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En mis venas corre un veneno , no hay sangre
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I was in a race once. Thought I was pretty fast too. last place! Very disappointing. Now I stick to arm and leg wrestling. Kinda satisfying I must say. The weird thing about the race was everybody there was a different color from me and each other. I thought it was a good thing because if we would have all been the same color who would have known from a distance who the winner was? There we were on the same track wearing the same thing when the gun went off. The announcer shouted out "and blue takes the lead". It almost seemed like a rainbow as different colors took their turn in front of the pack. A glorious blend of mankind I was thinking as I was in the mix. Here we are all running the same direction with the same goal, yet a verity of colors. Must have looked great from the stands. I remember after the race everyone gathered as one big painted canvas. There was lots of hugging and congratulations, and even I was praised for entering the race. This went on for hours till we all got in our cars and headed for home. On the way home we ran into these people shouting so loud it caught our attention. It was clear that these two groups of people clearly didn't like each other by the language they were using. We got out to see if we could help but it only got worse. Now there were 3 colors involved and tensions raised. The green one was yelling at the red one and the purple one was yelling at both. The yelling went on for some time till a little girl stood up on a chair and screamed above the rest. Lets have a race! It was at that moment that we all realized we had all just come from the same place where everyone was gathered to see us run around the track in the same direction. Next you heard a little chuckle here and a snicker there till it all grew to a festive roar.
It took that little girl who saw no color difference between us to bring us back to the track. |
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En mis venas corre un veneno , no hay sangre mentiroso. |
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It irks me to think some ppl in North America try to claim the land we live in by the color of their skin.
No clue why they'd ask on forms. Fact is, We're all immigrants! Unless you have Native Indian blood. |
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It irks me to think some ppl in North America try to claim the land we live in by the color of their skin. No clue why they'd ask on forms. Fact is, We're all immigrants! Unless you have Native Indian blood. Even Native Indians are immigrants that cam across at Alaska when Russia and Alaska connected. |
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I was in a race once. Thought I was pretty fast too. last place! Very disappointing. Now I stick to arm and leg wrestling. Kinda satisfying I must say. The weird thing about the race was everybody there was a different color from me and each other. I thought it was a good thing because if we would have all been the same color who would have known from a distance who the winner was? There we were on the same track wearing the same thing when the gun went off. The announcer shouted out "and blue takes the lead". It almost seemed like a rainbow as different colors took their turn in front of the pack. A glorious blend of mankind I was thinking as I was in the mix. Here we are all running the same direction with the same goal, yet a verity of colors. Must have looked great from the stands. I remember after the race everyone gathered as one big painted canvas. There was lots of hugging and congratulations, and even I was praised for entering the race. This went on for hours till we all got in our cars and headed for home. On the way home we ran into these people shouting so loud it caught our attention. It was clear that these two groups of people clearly didn't like each other by the language they were using. We got out to see if we could help but it only got worse. Now there were 3 colors involved and tensions raised. The green one was yelling at the red one and the purple one was yelling at both. The yelling went on for some time till a little girl stood up on a chair and screamed above the rest. Lets have a race! It was at that moment that we all realized we had all just come from the same place where everyone was gathered to see us run around the track in the same direction. Next you heard a little chuckle here and a snicker there till it all grew to a festive roar. It took that little girl who saw no color difference between us to bring us back to the track. |
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Also use in social services. If there's a need for a certain cultural service or cultural understanding for a person.
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En mis venas corre un veneno , no hay sangre mentiroso. Y aun asi te caigo bien :-P |
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Well... I thought that it was self-evident.
Interesting philosophical banter that it might be... 'tis the way the planet formed, get over it. |
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Y aun asi te caigo bien :-P segun tu. haha. |
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Y aun asi te caigo bien :-P segun tu. haha. Tu sabes que es verdad , no lo niegues jeje |
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It irks me to think some ppl in North America try to claim the land we live in by the color of their skin. No clue why they'd ask on forms. Fact is, We're all immigrants! Unless you have Native Indian blood. Even Native Indians are immigrants that cam across at Alaska when Russia and Alaska connected. Yea, dose dam Injuns got here on feet, but I am a proper redneck, (is Redneck a race? of its own kind, on its own strength?) me good ole' gramma came over on the titanic with grampa and their seventeen cousins, some of which were removed -- right off from the boat on open waters, waaaay before the Jew accident with Mr. Iceberg, the hook-nosed moneylender. |
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