My childhood was spent with four women. They constructed a space for me that was void of the manacles of racial standards, an expanse free for me to roam and wallow freely in its immaculate glory. As i endeavored to America, this space shrunk further and further until it had transformed into a cramped chamber. For the first time, I had to grapple with what it meant to be black, to have your skin’s pigment be brimmed with melanin. The concept of race was vehemently thrust into my mouth, leaving a pungent taste on my tongue. I unconsciously internalized the rampant subliminal messages pertinent to race that suffocated me. You are so whitewashed. I listen to rap, so I’m blacker than you. The effects of a race-driven society upon a young boy is quiet, subdued, and subtle, like the faint smoke that lingers after the quenching of a candle.
As time progressed, I have ardently sought to rebel from …show more content…
As I matured, I became mesmerized the judicial system, government, and the law. Although I had always been enticed by the prospect of being a lawyer, I fathomed that it could be my reality, upon joining Mock Trial. I am profoundly passionate about defending the civil and social rights of individuals, and as a lawyer, I could potentially live each day impacting society and lives, in a beneficial manner. Next year, I want to have taken the first step into my endeavor of being a Public Interest Lawyer, in a four-year institution. An institution that was constructed upon the fundamental basis of intellectual freedom and liberty. In this institution (preferably situated on the East Coast), I want to unearth elements of myself that were previously rusted shut and blatantly enjoy life. Subsequent to this four-year institution, I want to embark on law school, pass the bar, and live out my dream of campaigning for social