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Black, but I don’t fear police

black no fearRinard,
Holland New Tech High School,
Holland, MI.

Yes I feel there is an issue and a relationship gap between black men and police. It’s unfortunate what has been going on in our nation lately. I agree black lives matter and I can see how one may think they don’t given the recent sad events. On top of that however, I believe if you present yourself as a confident professional you have nothing to fear. Be tactful, calm, collected, and honest and things will work out. I’m black but I have never had any fear when it comes to dealing with law enforcement.

White, female, and scared to speak

Shealyn Chestnut,
Havana, AR

A young, female student at Arkansas State University and I am always scared to open my mouth and voice my opinion. There are so many moments where I fear speaking my opinion because I fear confrontation. I have let things happen to me and I have let others say things about me just to avoid being judged further. I choose not to speak out of fear of offending someone.

Never Been Asked: “What Are You?”

Ella Harris,
Columbia, MD

I always felt disconnected from my African American identity. With my blonde hair, light green eyes, and fair skin, the world that I live in is fundamentally different. I am never asked where I am from, or if I am mixed. I am never asked the notorious, “What are you?” And rather than facing the discrimination that most African Americans face, my dilemma is that I must prove my blackness, and thus my biracial identity, in a society that views me as white.

For a long time I equated my own adversity to the discrimination that most African Americans face, but in reality, I possess a unique power: If I so choose, I can live my life as white without contradiction. This was a privilege I refused to acknowledge for years until I watched the death of George Floyd.

A few days later, dehydrated and aching from holding a sign for hours at my first protest, I somehow felt energized — I wanted to do more. I could no longer wait for someone else to present me with an opportunity to take action. I had to forge my own path to advocacy. I ultimately created an entire website, https://blacklives2020.weebly.com, to present what I had found.

Creating and sharing this website has empowered me to develop my voice and stand firm in my beliefs. I have the privilege of being white-passing and the responsibility to tell the narrative of my African American ancestors.

Becoming an activist has also forced me to be vulnerable with people I have known all my life and people I have never met. I revealed my insecurities about my conscious and unconscious privileges as white-passing. I came to terms with my outsider status in both the white and African American communities, while also accepting that even though my narrative is different, it is still valid.

George Floyd’s murder fundamentally changed how I perceive myself and my role in society. I am black, living under the guise of a white person — a juxtaposition I hated for so long — but now I see the power I possess. It is this power that drives me to continue my journey.

People fear what they don’t understand.

Lauren Vorbeck,
Leawood, KS

I choose to believe that when people understand the differences, they are less afraid to reach out to someone new. Our job as society members is to educate each other on the differences so that no one is afraid to reach out to another. Can we be different? Certainly! Should we fear each other because of these differences? I hope not.

Respect my fears. I’ll respect yours

Holly Burngasser,
Inwood, WV

I had the experience to going daily from my cushy white suburb into the black ghetto area of Cleveland. I could feel the hate. Black eyes upon me. Real hate (their’s) Real fear (mine) People who see my nice, cushy, white suburb versus where they live. Yes, I saw it, too. Not everyone had the hate. Not the people at the College. Just the people in the ‘hood. Some Hope there, I think.

I’m not proud of being a WASP.

Nancy MacLeod,
Philo, CA.

I have ancestors that came to America in 1630- among the 1st to take advantage of the indigenous people. What is to be proud of, is how your family lived, how you live. I can be proud of my family because they were hard working and honest- but were they compassionate and wise? Did they believe in equality for all? Or did they believe in making money at the expense of others? Those things I don’t know. But I can be confident in my own life that those are driving factors for me. As for fearing “the other”- immigrants, people of whatever race- those fears are false. It is not immigrants, or people of some other color that are making it “hard” on “white American males”. It’s our ever-more elite law makers who allow corporations to expand exponentially until only 8 men in the world own as much wealth as the poorest half- 3.5 BILLION- of the world’s population! The “powers-that-be” are very good at obfuscating the real reasons for peoples’ angst and struggle, making it seem like the “others” are making it harder for them, but the reality is we need to re-do our laws- like Citizens United; like anti-monopoly laws that have been eviscerated and/or not enforced; like the removal of Glass-Stiegal; like voting laws and educational laws and redlining and drug laws and all the other unfair laws our government has in place- they try to keep us, “the masses”, from realizing the truth: We all may look different, but we are all one family- the family of humanity! (I don’t think government is bad- just some of the people who are controlling it…but that’s another talk…)

Embedded fear of most black males

Jeffrey Todd,
Portland, OR

I don’t consider myself to be prejudiced but I sometimes experience a feeling of uneasiness when I encounter certain individuals – both black and white. You can’t look at somebody and know whether they’re just going about their business or if they mean you harm. How do I undo this feeling? How do I learn to trust everyone equally? Is that even possible? I don’t want to feel this way but it’s a crazy world these days.

Inequality caused by fear and ignorance.

Maureen P. Shindle,
Mount Bethel, PA

I was married to a Black man who had to sit in the back of the bus and stick his hand through a hoke in the wall to buy a soda among many other insulting and degrading situations. His stories and those I have read about make me cry. I am ashamed of the death, destruction, disrespect and unChristian treatment by white Americans inflected upon people of color and those considered different. It breaks my heart and causes me great pain and distress. I pray that we are turning a corner, albeit very slowly.

Lifetime in slipstream of white flight

Richard Bacon
Chicago, IL

Mid 1970s living in perfectly nice middle class neighborhood in NE Dallas Texas. The desecration, by busing, of the neighborhood school (which was mediocre anyway) caused about half the families with school age children to move out in one summer. My best friend moved. Those of us who stayed were dispersed to private schools, or lived in families that “didn’t care.” It was like surviving a plague–half the people you knew were suddenly gone.

By high school, I was back in Dallas public schools, at a superior high school with multiple academic magnet programs and about 40-50% white kids. But by early 1980s it was clear that the “best” white kids had moved to suburbs or private schools. Dallas ISD is now only 5% white.

As an adult I moved to Chicago, to the South Side, for grad school, living in a neighborhood surrounded by a sea of neglected and abandoned neighborhoods, beautiful places with tree-lined boulevards, right by Lake Michigan, that white people fled a generation earlier.

Then I married a South Side Irish/Polish woman. Here entire extended family & friends had fled multiple times, moving en masse and replicating whole streets in a new suburb, only to flee that new refuge when a black family moves in. And every move some get left behind and the familial and social connections get frayed a little more. For 3 generations white flight has been organizing principle of this population.

I now live in one of those abandoned/neglected South Side neighborhoods, not wanting to recapitulate the white flight story of my life. It’s a wonderful street, rehabed and infill dwellings, with really wonderful neighbors. But I still feel like refugee.

I don’t blame black people for all this. I blame the white folks who disrupted and dislocated our lives. They wanted to be “safe,” but they create self-fulfilling prophecy with their fear.

Today I applied for a passport

544198_526241474084301_1959699180_nLarry Smith (Vietnam Veteran),
Saint Louis, MO.

I look around and see white fear of black people (especially black men) on the rise as reflected in the rise of white gun possession. I also see things staying the same or getting worse for black people in terms of economics, education and housing. I would just like to live out my remaining years in an environment where I feel like a human being. 66 years of this crap is enough for me!!

Being black in a white town.

Noel Hudson,
ME

I go to college in a pretty white community. There are about 10-20 black people out of 600 students. I grew up in a town just south where the population was very mixed; Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, and Asians. The high school I went to rarely had any cases over racism as the town was so used to seeing people of any race. I came to this campus with my sister and immediately I found myself drawn closer to a clique of black friends with some Hispanics. I am a positive person and I want to be as friendly as I can be, but its so hard not to notice how people view me. I am 6’5 in height and I stand out and I always feel like an anomaly here. I’ve seen an old white lady clutch her purse as I walked past her on the sidewalk. I paid no mind, but it still upsets me. No matter how friendly I try to be the only ones that don’t view me as an anomaly or a stereotype are those who get to see my character in person. Off-campus it’s even worse; going into town I could immediately spot I was the only black person in their shopping district. I smiled and greeted everyone cheerfully I crossed paths with like some showcase, but not for a second was I not in fear or paranoia because I am black.

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