Mecca Wright
HSS 405
Prof. Brooks
January 31, 2012
Autobiography

I remember when I was a child; my elders use to always say, “Girl, you’re a baby. Don’t grow up too fast. It’s hard out here.” But what they fail to realize is that as a black person, born into the ghetto, I had no other choice but to grow up fast. I was born and raised in the crazy city of Newark, New Jersey. I do not think it gets any worse than that. I’m black and I live in Newark. It is stated, African Americans are descendants of captive Africans who survived the slavery era within the boundaries of the present United States. My ancestors are the roots to the land of the free and/or The American Dream because of slavery. The English found a way to be lazy and get someone else to tend to their work while they sat back and took the credit for it. They could have easily share the rewards with my race but chose to be greedy and keep it to themselves. Then when African Americans decided to fight harder for what they deserved or a matter of fact what they were promise they only got half of half of what they died for. I believe that since day one AA should have been standing shoulder to shoulder reaping the success that others took from them. Instead we got reduce as a people to the lowest class they can label and called it the “GHETTO “. Now to this day we are still perceived as this even the ones that manage to make it out.
We are so discredited that people feel it suits us better to give us credit for theft, murder, & etc. Black Americans is just the set of people that the world forgot to mention. I walk around and see my fellow brothers and sisters striving to live beyond their means. But then they realize that’s a struggle, they are not prepared because we have to fight through the process of not being recognized to the outsiders as or labeled “GHETTO“. My people are not urban