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How I Ended Racism on Sutter Street

By Daniel Jarquin Torres, age 11, California

I woke up early in the morning feeling happy, and I had an upturned face. The sun looked as bright as a flashlight pointing right at my eyes. I could only see the ceiling of my bedroom. I could feel my soft, warm wool blanket. My mouth tasted like the Warhead candy which I had had last night. The empty house was as quiet as a sleeping baby; it was just another boring day on Sutter Street.

Ignoring the fact that there was no one inside the house, I went outside. After walking for a while, I noticed a short man bullying another man because of his race.

“Stop!” I shouted.

He froze when he saw me. He started arguing.

“But he doesn’t belong here,” the man said.

“That’s nonsense!” I exclaimed.

He just walked away as if nothing happened and as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

After the incident, I realized that I wanted to cause a change. So, I went around telling everyone in my neighborhood that racism was bad and a disgrace. However, it looked like no one cared, so I gave up because I thought no one even listened to what I was saying. I just went back to my house and slept.

I woke up the next day believing that no one cared. I felt as sad as one who had lost a loved one. All of a sudden, I heard people shouting. It was as loud as a crowd at a concert. People were yelling and holding signs.

“Make everyone equal!” “Everyone should be treated fairly!” “Stop deportation!” they all shouted, as well as, “Stop racism!”

I went outside to see more of it when all of a sudden, I saw a tall man bullying another, and it was once again due to his race. But this time he was saying it really loudly, so everyone could hear him embarrassing and ridiculing the other man. I had a choice to leave him alone and keep on walking, or I could defend him. I decided to defend the man.

“Stop!” I yelled to the man.

He ignored me, despite me telling him to stop over and over again. Eventually, however, he went away, and I was able to walk on.

I went into the crowd to protest; all of a sudden, I saw a suspicious, tall man. I kept my eye on him to observe any suspicious or bad behaviour. After a couple of minutes, I noticed him taking out a silver object, a gun.

“Watch out!” I yelled.

Eventually, five men came up and apprehended him.

“That was a close one,” I said to myself.

The next day I woke up, and the streets were as quiet as a heart that doesn’t beat. I tasted something weird in my mouth. Turning the TV on, I heard a commercial that was talking about the problem with racism in the nation. Then I switched the channels to the news, and they were saying that they were getting rid of racism and that anyone caught being racist would be fined and brought to justice. I felt now that people would be fined, racism might go extinct like the dinosaurs did.

A Year Later…

I liked walking through the streets because it was quiet and sunny and there was no one judging other people. I felt like I made a change in the world. It was almost like a better tomorrow, and I had caused it!

One comment

  1. Luis Escalera /

    Nice story daniel