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I’ll experience this, hopefully they don’t.

FullSizeRenderTakiyah L.,
Oakland, CA.

If all it takes for me is to take on the burdens of intersectionality, just so my brother and sister, and future generations of Black and Brown youth will not have to experience that, then I am all down for the cause. I would not want them to endure such things, I would not want this for anybody actually. Though, the trials and the tribulation are what adds a profound uniqueness to each culture of color. I feel like as society, we came a long way, however, we have an even longer way to go. I believe with time and effort, we will eventually get to that point where race is not an issue, but until then, we keep fighting. #BlackLivesMatter.

We’ll stand up for each other

Susan H Berger,
Portsmouth, VA.

I am a proud Unitarian Universalist of Jewish decent. If we don’t stand up for each other who will stand up for us in this world. UU’s and others hid Jews in WWII. I am a member of our Racial Justice Task Force. “Black Lives Matter.”

Stop explaining why black lives matter

Tonisha C.,
Jonesboro, GA.

All lives didn’t matter until black lives mattered. This response is no mistake. It is intended to be dismissive of the perils faced by people of color. It is humiliating and degrading to have to explain why black lives matter. It is a waste of time to explain, time and time again, that there is an implicit “too” at the end of Black Lives Matter. There is no need for the colorful language, reducing the plight of people of color to plates of food in a restaurant. It is not rocket science.

I’m not a person of color

Gabriella Grange,
Plano, TX.

Before coming to college, I always thought of myself as a black person. But when I got to college a few years ago, I heard people use the term “people of color” and it boggled me. Even though the term is used to foster solidarity, the term can be used to create a dichotomy between people with white skin and those without white skin. I am not a “person of color”. I’m black and have lived in the US since the minute I was born.

My experience as a black person is specific to me and me alone. Even though I appreciate people’s efforts to sound more politically correct, I also have come to understand how problematic it can be depending on what context it is in. I was in an Afro-American Studies class and my professor told the class how he thought the term “people of color” was problematic because it really sounds like many, if not all, people are trying to sugarcoat the old fashioned term “colored” with political correctness.

I went to an ethnically diverse high school in Texas, with people of various backgrounds, but no one used the term “people of color” (no one probably even knew what the term “people of color” meant). My experiences as a black person might or might not be the same as those of my Asian, Latino, Native American, or for that matter other Black acquaintances and friends (but neither will they always be the same as those of my White friends and acquaintances). I am aware that there are efforts to foster more effective heart to heart dialogue in which people are not screaming at each other online to check racial privileges and have their individual narratives lumped together under “oppressed” and “oppressor” (it’s most likely why I don’t have any social media, even though I acknowledge the positive potential of social media to foster social change), and I always think there could be much more done to foster effective dialogue.

This does not necessarily require categorizing everyone’s experiences into oppressed and oppressor. So are all white people the oppressors now? What about people who are Jewish but do not have white skin? What about people who have ancestry from Europe, the Middle East, and North Africa but do not have white skin? What about people who can pass for white but are also Native American, Asian, Black, or Latino? Should we categorize them all under “oppressors”? Should we just portray all people not considered white to be victims? Because I definitely don’t consider myself a victim of racism, even though I’m a black female.

I grew up neither lower nor upper middle class in a wealthy but socioeconomically diverse suburb, I haven’t gotten shot at or brutalized by police or other students at school, and I haven’t encountered a whole bunch of microaggressions in college. My parents have grad school degrees, and my sister and I go to colleges in New England even if we had to have institutional financial aid to get there. And yeah, I can’t pass for white, either. People know I’m not white even though I have been asked many times by non-white people and white people alike what my ethnicity is and whether I’m really black or not. It shows in my chocolate skin tone and braided hair. So when I listen to the experiences of other students from marginalized or underrepresented groups, I keep my mouth shut because many of the “students of color” at my school have had very different experiences than I do, and I would not want to co-opt anyone’s experiences and make them my own. Because they’re not my experiences.

I understand why the term “people of color” was used, and I also understand that there needs to be another term that does not create a divide between us vs them. I’m not saying “deny difference”, “be post-racial”, or even “#All Lives Matter”. I’m just saying that we need to either amend the way we use the term “people of color” or come up with a different term for how to describe people who aren’t considered white, or aren’t given access to the privileges associated with having white skin, in discourses surrounding race and ethnicity, especially if we want the #Black Lives Matter movement to keep moving forward. If you have any ideas about how to go about this, please feel free to post. Thank you for facilitating The Race Card Project.

Stealing the children from my womb

Chrys,
USA.

When did my children’s race become collateral damage in your game? Pawns in the politico. As if you birthed them from your womb, you nursed them at your breast, stayed up with them long nights when they were sick to see if they were still breathing, caressed the curly locks about their face and kissed there cheeks that carry my bone structure, my eyes. As if you raised them, giving them strength and encouragement that God was enough, He will see us through. He is a Father to the fatherless. Where were you when their black father walked out of their life ten years ago, bouncing in and out of jail, years without financial support. Where was the black mentors and friends that extended a hand to their hearts? When black children at school call my son “white-boy” because his white family being the only one that cared enough about them, mocking him for his white mother. Where you there the first day of school? The joy of playing in the park, discovering the night sky, their first time at the beach, their first band concert or football or soccer games, going to grandma and papas to play in snow for the first time. When they couldn’t participate in donuts-for-dad, or the father daughter dance at church. When did your blackness equate that you were a better mother? Bravely telling me my inefficiencies as a white mother to adequately prepare my children for the “racist world” What you fail to realize is that you prepared me to teach my children about the racism in the world. Your blatant disregard for my role as a mother, quantifying my ability simply by the color of my skin. You seek with your hatred to turn the children of my womb against my cultural heritage. One seeped in hard working people, dairy farmers, sailors, working class laborers that teach my children about faith, family and the power of forgiveness and the dangers of an unforgiving heart. You mask yourselves wolves in sheep’s clothing as if peace, unity, understanding and equality was the foundation you stand on. All too well I know that it is separatism, hatred, bitterness and entitlement. If Black lives matter, why are the children breaking under the weight of spiritual abandonment?

You may succeed in your endeavors. My children may be infected by your poison, but I know the antidote is Christ. May they drink the elixir of the gospel we are all one in Him. You are a part of the cancer that has affected the hearts and minds of humanity. It is a heart and character issue, this disease has no regard for race, religion, gender or socioeconomics. You place qualitative measures on suffering. You rely on poor world history to proliferate your narrative. When faced with facts and reason, you retort with the “race card” to shut people up. What you accuse others of, you yourselves do. I want to remind you I carried my children for 9 precious and difficult months. I have raised them alone, without an extension of help from the black community that treats me like a leper or under the haughty eye of superiority. Who wait to use my children in your political rhetoric. A number to add to your collective. Who will not call them by name or sit with them at a banqueting table or along side of them in life…no…your call rises up only on behalf of their “blackness”…you will never call them by name, nor by character. You will teach them their rights as blacks, we shall wake up one day and your life will be judged not by the content of character, but by the color of your skin. I am a white mother of multiethnic children (black). You have deemed me unfit and proved yourselves as racists.

Fighting against being stereotyped.

Nichole Wesson,
Long Beach, CA.

I grew up what I believed to be middle-class in Dallas. I attended private, Catholic schools from kindergarten through 12-grade high school graduation. My high school class was 1/3 African-American, 1/3 white, 1/3 Mexican/Hispanic/Latino. I have done well in my career and recently returned to school to get my B.A. degree.

Nevertheless, I am stereotyped. Because I am African-American I must be (fill in the blank). As an African-American I should know (fill in the blank). Or, because I am African-American it is OK to discriminate against me.

As an African-American I feel I have to be prepared to fight against or be prepared for discriminatory treatment. I think about what to do if a police officer stops me. I remember being discriminated against trying to get an apartment in the Bay Area. I know what it is like to be disregarded and dismissed as I wait for service in a restaurant. I have experienced someone following me around a department store because they thought I would still something when all I wanted was to buy a handbag.

I, like so many other African-Americans, can see myself as the victim in the many incidents that have been so prevalent of late. I understand the importance of the Black Lives Matter movement in response to the killing by police officers of unarmed African-American men and women. I have witnessed the increase of prejudice and discrimination against all minority groups. I read the racist comments in social media and online media sites, some from people I thought I knew because I worked with them. I can’t help thinking about the vicious murders of African-Americans attending a prayer meeting at a church in South Carolina because of the murderer’s racist beliefs when I go to church.

I feel a responsibility to represent my cultural group at church to a population that may not see African-Americans in a positive light. I believe many have limited exposure to African-Americans probably only at work but never get to know African-Americans on a personal level especially seeing the demographic of African-Americans in Orange County is less than 2% (according to Census Reporter). I feel a responsibility to help change the narrative. I feel it is important to teach people why these issues and how these issues affect us. Plus, these issues affecting African-Americans are not one people groups’ issues. They affect our society and communities.

Black Lives Matter, the Black KKK

Negron-Lives-MatterRolls,
CA.

Black Lives Matter is essentially the black version of the KKK, except currently the KKK doesn’t ruin cities with riots and block roads, chanting “Pigs in a blanket, fry ’em like bacon,” or it’d be on the news. Meanwhile, Hillary Clinton’s politically benefiting from her support from feminists and race card pulling liberals by continuing to insist that we’re still back in the time before Martin Luther King. Since the Democratic Party supports this hate group, not even— more accurately a black supremacist group, a Democrat president would destroy law enforcement, just like Black Lives Matter wants. Or they could just forget about it, since all they’re worth to them is votes.

Living While Black Can Be Lethal

BLMMalcolm Green Jr.,
Riverside, CA.

When black people are getting shot by the cops, black lives matter. But when black people are killing other black people in the streets, neither life matters. The victim dies and there is no promise that the shooter will be caught. People cry for about 4 days then forget about what happened. Living while black can lose a man/woman their life. But the question remains…do black lives really matter? Or are we just meant to be exterminated by others, including our own kind? (CBU HIS311)

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