Racism?

[Adam!]

Yeah, when it comes to terrorists and what not.

[-Soph-]

Yeah, when it comes to terrorists and what not.

I guess everyone does that even if you deny it.

[@xP]

If someones racist to me, I'm racist to them

[cocaine]

nah, if I do i'll only be joking, or because the group of black year ten's have stolen the year nine tennis court.

[:Hazel]

It really does depend in which context e.g. terrorism issues and whatever that that context i suppose yes. i'd never ever intentionally call anyone a name though.

[SusieC]

I'm not a racist. It's wrong to treat people differently because of the colour of their skin, their background or their race.

[lAdmire]

im not whatsoever , don't agree with racism. but , how come its alrite for black people to say some words like the word emily got kicked out of big bro for saying , eg , like in songs. but its not okay for white people to say it ?

Well, for one, white people if you're talking about the "n" word, it all started with the whites && then the black people these days think of it just as another word. White people can't say it because it goes back to slavery days. Black people shouldn't say it because back then it was a hate word && it's wrong. Today when you say it it's like oh no surprise. I find it wrong. On both sides it's wrong to use it, get rid of the word.

[bo$$]

Not at all.
Whether I'm p*ssed at someone or they are a terrorist or whatnot...
I never do.
Racism is just stupid.
Theres no point to it

[Jamie!]

I was on the way home from a night on the lash, you know the kind where you spend the busride itemising your bar tab, and trying to account for a rogue £30. I was sitting on the top deck of the bus, which contained your general night bus riffraff.

At the back of the bus were five young black guys, who were vociferously discussing their night's activities, which on turning my ipod down appeared to have consisted of a series of muggings. They then turned their attention to the other occupants of the bus, loudly making derogative comments on people's hair, clothes, girlfriend etc. This was where I started to get slightly apprehensive: I have a shaved head and was wearing a Maiden t-shirt. I couldn't have been more conspicuous if I had a swastika tattooed on my scalp.

I decided to remove myself from a potentially nasty situation: I was a few stops from home, and when comparing a five minute walk and a reet good shoeing, the former seemed a far more attractive proposition. I got up, rang the bell and made my way downstairs. However, just as I stepped off the bus I heard a commotion upstairs, and the five guys came running down the stairs. I turned round and got off the bus, with them squeezing out of the closing doors.

I got that feeling, the one where your adrenal gland has just been booted into action by the shudder of cold fear spasming through your body. I was walking away from the bus stop, and heard them shout after me. 'Fight' didn't get a look in - 'flight' muscled it's way into my brain, and I was just about to leg it when a couple of guys who were up in no good started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air. I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket: I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it. First class, yo this is bad,Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of bel-air living like, hmm this might be alright! But wait I hear they're prissy and all that, is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there: I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air. Well the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet - I just got here - I sprang with the quickness like lightning disappeared: I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought 'Man, forget it' yo home to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo Homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

Edited by Slowpoke (Forum Moderator): Please do not pointlessly bump old threads.

[Kardan]

No - but I guess I've been influenced by stereotypes too much... For example if I saw someone doing something strange on a plane, I'd be more worried if it was someone that wasn't white. But I put that down to the media.