My heart broke today.
It’s the television’s fault.
I’ve spent the better part of two weeks trying to convince my Aussie housemates how great America is because we’re not racist… and then TV ruined it for me. Some American show that I’ve never seen or heard of crushed my image and my spirits. One of the characters talked about their day at school and how they had to learn about “Native American culture and s—.” It then reduced my country’s indigenous people to make shift teepees and brightly colored feathers.
What can I expect? When I first arrived I was hopeful. I expected to change my housemates – to make them culturally sensitive – to show them how great America is, how great I am. But just like every other moment in my life that I had that attitude I wound up realizing how far America has to go – how much I need to grow.