passing by, if they knew anything about Sikhism. To my surprise not one person couldaccurately do so.Although I gained
some insight about the general public’s views though
myresearch, I still felt blind to the complex elements of hate crimes. I
until I watched the
documentary called ‘’Divided We Fall’’ that I found out how frequently and violently these
assaults occurred in American society, assaults that happened less than two months fromDecember 17,2011, the day I began my research. In this documentary I viewed how Americancitizens who were raging out with sentiments of patriotic confusion systematically attackednumerous Sikhs, men, women and children. I saw child, man, and women being accused of terrorism and then brutally attacked and killed. Thus watching this documentary left only onecolor flowing throughout my mind: red, the color of blood. At that moment I realized I had todo something to restore the red, white and blue American colors of justice to
butthe mixed emotions flowing within me left me with no specific path to start from. A couple of days passed as I struggled on with a possible action to take. However my stress grew so Idecided to pay a visit to the local Sikh religious temple.As I sat on the comforting carpet of the Sikh temple I closed my eyes andsought for some kind of answer. I laid there inside the black realm of contemplation for whatfelt like hours; then, suddenly the voice of one of the organizers of the Sikh temple gainedentrance. His voice awakened me. I focused on Mr.Singh, a tall, light brown, turbaned man witha long beard that flowed from the sides of his face to the middle of his fancy orange tie. Heusually started out by jumping from thought to thought but today he focused on one subject,centered on the chaos plaguing our religious community here in America. With a veryconcentrated gleam in his dark brown eyes Mr.Singh spoke from his podium.
‘’Over the last few months more and more Sikh children and Sikh teenage
rshave stopped wearing the Sikh symbols because they are constantly harassed at school by their
Then with a storm of tears precipitating down on his face and with both hands folded togetheras done in prayer, Mr.Singh made his final statement in an emotionally wrecked voice.
‘’These children have given up all that they believe in because they now have come tobelieve that our religion is somehow linked to the terrorists in this world!’’
As soon as Mr. Singh uttered these words I knew I had to stand outas a symbol of faith for not only the Sikh youth but for everyone that lost their lives becausethey were mistaken as terrorists. I decided that to combat this issue I needed to wear theturban, one of the most significant Sikh symbols and then educate the kids at school, the
people I met at grocery stores and anyone I met on the walks of life that turban doesn’t mean