Keeping It Real: Racial Segregation and Stereotypes In My Neighborhood

Am I the only person who finds racial segregation within the city of Chicago disturbing? I don’t think that we need 20/20 vision exactly to see t6252276930_1b15de1123_ohat this is prevalent. Now I know what you may be thinking, “Sure Evan I see it but what’s it have to do with me?” This attitude concerning racial segregation in my opinion stinks and we as a people should do everything in our power to rise above this issue. There are many people who are currently taking steps to overcome racial segregation by speaking out against it and more importantly taking personal actions such as crossing social boundaries. I grew up and currently live in the North Lawndale community–a mixture of minorities Latino and African American. However just up the street from my house there is a viaduct that separates Blacks from Latinos.

I believe and have experienced personally how this immediately creates conflict. Imposed boundaries can cause hostility because of difference even though despite our differences we are all still humans. Recently I found a Latino guys wallet who had sat on the bus close to me. I decided to track this guy down and get his wallet back to him. Finally one day I received a call from him and we decided to meet up that I may return his wallet to him. He lived on 26th and Springfield just blocks away from my residential area on 21st and Millard, yet segregated by this viaduct and the color of our skin. As I walked into this predominantly Latino part of neighborhood it was like a different world immediately when I crossed the viaduct. I never knew that we as a people could be bound within by geographical locations, though I knew we could be bound within our minds. I thought that I was in another country being in this brother’s neighborhood, but when I returned his wallet to his family they were so grateful that we did not notice our difference.

We had a common bond that could not be segregated. Maybe love for humanity, appreciation, and a sense of brotherhood.

I wonder what stereotype this hispanic family may have had about my race that was broken that day? Stereotypes are a unruly evil to every human race. How do I know this? Simple, my mother who is a black woman from Mississippi absolutely despises watermelon. This is one of the many experiences that I have encountered that leads me to do what I am doing now. I’m waging war against racial segregation and even racial stereotypes.

By Evan Spralls



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