Whites are 15% of the planet. And falling.
the crack smokers, meth heads, and general dirtballs are glad to have you on their team
I would like to know WHY?????????????
because our ‘modern forward leaning’ society has allowed it to be ok to feel that way. Never be ashamed of the way you were made, that’s what they want.
Who are they?
sometimes whites are quilty…
I am not white. I am sort of pink-ish. As of the last form I filled out, I’m now European-American. I know almost nothing of my heritage, my racial background, my family’s countries of origin. I only know my grandfather was a sharecropper, and every year they had to move. I grew up knowing we were poor and it was fun playing with the kids in the projects. An adult asked me if I enjoyed playing with the little black kids, and I was confused. I said I didn’t know any black kids. Oh — they meant James, Joe and John, Monica and Marie. They aren’t black. They’re sort of brown. And they’re fun. And they’re my friends.
Most whites think they have rights over all other racial groups. I should know because I am white. I am ashamed to see what my race did to other racial groups especially when they were causing them grief and suffering. When I asked whites why they did that, they would say it is because those people are no good and they don’t deserve goodness and kindness prosperity, and all other good stuff. I am called a disgraceful traitor to my own race because I wouldn’t bow to their great white myth anymore.
You should know about yourself as an individual not about all whites as a race. I think maybe you are speaking it sounds like the family you grew up in. I know that my grandpa even though he was half native american hated blacks. When I asked him why he said they were all rude, crude, a drain on society, no use. I showed him a pic of my best friend (because I was childish and didn’t understand how to talk to him at that age) just to enrage him that my best friend was black (though that is not the word he used) He told me I was disgrace to the family and my dad should beat my a#$ and that my dad sucked as a dad for letting me play with (again a bad word) children. I asked my dad (after we quickly left his house being yelled at the whole way) what was his problem my dad said that grandpa had driven buses his whole life and his route was on the East side of town (ghetto basically) so the only black peole he had ever met were the thugs and he thought all blacks were like that. That the blacks he met on the bus did mean things like spit at him or threaten him and other stuff. My dad said he had been raised that way and it wasn’t till he joined the Navy and saw the world he saw differently but his dad would never listen it was an avoided subject. It was not untill my grandpa was dying of cancer years later we saw my grandpa again. Turns out (I don’t know if this is irrony or what) my dad’s niece married a black man and my grandpa got a great-grandbaby that was mixed, (I don’t know if he got old and soft or what) but she told me at the funeral he had gotten to know her husband liked him and loved his only great-grandbaby. To say how shocked I was is to put it mildly, I always wished I could of found out for sure why he changed at such an old age, was it just because she (great-grandbaby )was related by blood or because he had gotten to know a black man and he changed my grandpa’s opinon about black people in general.
I meant to add, you were right to seperate yourself from that as a I did my grandpa but don’t confuse it and label all whites as that or you are doing the very thing they did to black people.
When I was younger going to a mainly black school some tried to make me feel that way. It forced me to examen it at an early age. I came to the realization I don’t feel guilty about what maybe an ancestor of mine might have done or not done that I don’t even know much about and certainly never met them or had a part in anything they personally choose to do. I am my own person and I decide how to live my life and if it is a life I can or can’t be proud of no one is going to dictate how I feel about me. I have a lot of Native American in me and a lot of European; lets see European side came and stole land from my Native American side. Is my Native American side suppose to hate my European side? But if they hadn’t would I be here and be the person I am today? Where would God have put my soul, as a pure Native American living a simpiler life or would he have put my soul in a pure European body stuck with all the rules and restrictions of society? I don’t know, all I do know is that God has a plan and we don’t know what it is or our part in it. I also am not going to feel bad about how God made me and if someone is trying to do that then they are the ones with the problem no matter what color they are white or black. I am going to live my life and be friends with the people that I get along with and have my back no matter their color: black, white, brown, ect… So no matter what race you are don’t let others write your story for you.
You can’t help what others have done/do. But you can help what you do. Some of the greatest advancements won by people of color have been won by/with the help of whites. If you are kind and fair to ALL people, if you fight against injustice wherever you see it, you will be making a great and positive contribution to the world. There have been times when I didn’t think to fight for myself when whites have either stood up for me or encouraged me to fight. And sometimes, the “great contribution” is simply being a friend to someone who is otherwise being left out.
Don’t worry; you really aren’t. .. | http://www.amazon.com/History-White-People-Irvin-Painter/dp/0393339742 //