The argument that my group concluded with about justice is, “When children are put in undesirable situations and do not comply, they are often misunderstood, leading them to become victims.”

Growing up, I think the idea of injustice was just a given. I learned of injustice at a young age from witnessing the effects on my own parents. My mom and dad fled their country because of war, and when they came to America, they faced racism, prejudice, and bias just about where ever they went. Being Muslim, black and a woman in a predominately white area, created many instances of injustices for me. In school and in classrooms, kids and even teachers would say, or unconsciously do things that were unfair, bias, and offensive. I think injustice, though, can have different meanings depending on the person and the severity of a situation. It might also have contrasting definitions between people of color and white people, lower class and upper class, as well as men and women. My first face to face encounter with injustice was when I was about eight years old. I was in the car with my older brother, when we were suddenly pulled over. When the officer approached our car, it was clear that there wasn’t a reason why he pulled us over. He asked for license and registration, and searched my brother. The officer then went back to his car. Some time went by, and when he approached the car again, he said to my brother, “You’re free to go, you just looked like a wanted suspect.” Not only was this racist, it was a prime example of racial profiling. My brother could have denied the officer, and not given him his license and registration. But, that would have been seen as resistance, and this was a time when very innocent people were being killed because the were profiled.

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