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White Jewish girl in a bubble

Emily Einhorn,
Beachwood, OH.

Whenever there is talk about racism, a part of me feels guilty. I have lived in a small suburb my entire life. In this town, people joke you’re either black, Jewish, or Asian. I have never witnessed a racist act and I feel as if I’ve missed out on being a part of a prominent aspect in American culture. I have never felt targeted as a Jew and I have never seen any of my friends be targeted for the color of their skin. I am taught that, that is not how America really is and as ridiculous as it sounds I want to have the opportunity to stand up for what I believe is wrong. I hate feeling like a lucky little white girl.

Who will love this black girl?

10459109_10101674801950279_3464419202044908446_nGabby Mbeki,
Boston, MA.

In the fall of 1997, I started 6th grade at a day independent school in Connecticut. I grew up in a predominately West Indian neighborhood surrounded by faces like mine, but my father wanted me to have a more rigorous education. I entered the school being one of three students of color in my class and it was a shock for me. It was not as though I never been around white people, but I never been surrounded as much as I had been when I started at this school. I spent seven years at the school. I grew up and became a woman at this school. I also fell in “love” at this school. Because there were no men that looked like me I found love in the white male and since then I have always been attracted to white males. I have been ridiculed for such preference and felt guilt that I am attracted to such and at times feel as though I am offending my black race. However, I also feel as though white men do not take me as seriously either. They date me because they are curious. They want to know if dating a black girl feels different. If making love to her feels the same…and at the end of the day. I always feel prodded and used. I have grown not to trust love and wonder how much of race has to do with it. I sometimes feel trapped and feel as though I will forever to be alone.

Guilt. I loved my Annie so.

Lisa VonTress Las,
Sunrise, FL.

As a child growing up in the DC suburbs, I had no idea about what was going on. I had Annie, who was with my family 6 years before I was born until I was 13 when my father moved us. I came back to her later as she worked part-time for my aunt in Reston, VA. My mother died when I was nine but I always had Annie. I would go to her apartment in NE DC by cab and have to be walked up to her apartment because it was so dangerous. But she would fix me my favorite meal, seashells and clams (and black olives) and fried chicken. I loved her so much and she loved me, she had no children. The race thing never entered my mind; that is I did not care what color she was, she loved me when it seemed a lot of people did not. I don’t remember ever worrying about her race, I just loved her.

But where are you really from?

Dionyves Martin,
The United Kingdom

Growing up mixed race is confusing. All too often you are expected to choose sides as if part of a childish game of goodies and baddies. The country you were born in and identify with comes second to the colour of your skin. ‘Where were your parents born then?’, is often a follow-up question. They were both also born in the UK if you were wondering.

‘Aren’t you lucky for having such exotic colouring!’ has begun to sound like a really nice way to say, ‘oh goodie, your diluted Blackness fits more comfortably into my ideology of beauty, your racial ambiguity feels easier to define as I can now call your skin ‘tanned’ and your hair ‘curly’, terms holding familiarity in my white-washed culture.’

I definitely benefit from white privilege. Not a card I enjoy carrying. It ‘helps’ that I received a good education and financial support. But it’s funny, as soon as it comes down to it I am still expected to choose. Am I black or white? Why can’t I be both? Why can’t I be more?

Whites: reject guilt and self-hatred.

Joseph Miller,
USA

In the Twitter thread that brought me here, NatGeo published two pictures of white people. Both of the six-word captions for these people included the word “ashamed.” All of the non-white people had captions that were variations on victimhood jeremiads. I reject both of these mentalities. The victimhood mentality so enshrined by minorities is shameful. White Europeans were enslaved, conquered, and oppressed at various points in our history, but we don’t whine and cry about it, because that is beneath our dignity. This ubiquitous self-hating masochism we also reject. If you hate being white, I hereby release you from the team. I am a white man. I am proud of the European peoples, whose advances in technology, the arts, literature, politics, and warfare are unrivaled in the history of the world. I am not ashamed of my people’s perceived historical misdeeds: all of human history has consisted of the intertribal struggle for land, power, and resources, and the European peoples dominated this game. This is something we should be proud of, not ashamed of. Guilt, self-hatred, and pathological altruism have been weaponized against white people, who are now well on their way to becoming minorities in their homelands. (Paradoxically, this mathematical fact is both decried as a nefarious conspiracy theory AND openly celebrated as a sign of “progress.” )

At the same time, rhetoric against white people has become increasingly hostile and resentful, even among high-level figures in the government, media, and academia. Certain groups speak of our “privilege” while receiving preferential treatment in employment, public contracts, and university admissions. They speak of our “fragility” while burning and looting cities at any perceived slight to one of their own. They label us “racist” while taking every opportunity to celebrate and advocate for their own races. It has become fashionable to hate white people and to bludgeon them incessantly with centuries-old historical grievances, while simultaneously celebrating and maximizing the contributions of every other racial group. The media especially love to cultivate and celebrate the collective identity of the sacred BIPOC, but is terrified by any sense of collective white identity or shared group interest. In popular discourse, the only time white people are mentioned as a collective is for negative criticism. Why is this? If everyone else can play as a team, why shouldn’t we? Everyone wants to hate on whitey while simultaneously clamoring to get into white countries and enjoy the prosperity and stability we have created. There is one group in particular (I’ll leave it to you to guess which) that loves to criticize white society while ignoring the embarrassing truth that they have never created a functioning society of their own. This is wearing awfully thin with us. You can find parts of this world that are totally free from the terrors of “white supremacy,” but no one is lining up to get into them.

I wanna help but I’m scared.

Nichole Proctor,
Harriman, TN

Being white and living in the south can be scary. My husband and I carry white guilt. We know we’re privileged and we’re afraid to rock the boat. We believe in equality for all. We have raised our kids to use their white privilege in positive ways. But we are scared of being targeted by less enlightened people around us if we take a stand.

Difference between Phillando and me? Nothing.

Barry,
MN.

As a black man, who – though I hate the phrase, acts very “white”, I feel as though you have act a certain way to fit into society and get less harassed. I don’t act white on purpose, it’s just who I am; how I was raised. Nonetheless, this “act” shouldn’t have to be.

We all know the number 1 rule, don’t scare white people. When this happens, we die.

This bothers me. And, there is a small amount of guilt, because why am I not dead too? What made me so special to escape with a warning and my life.

Is it because I drive a nice car, wear business clothes, don’t have dreads? Because I’m middle class, don’t sound black-american, or some other litte thing. Is it because I have a white sounding name, and both work in a white rural area and live in a predominantly white suburb? Is it because my fiance is white and if people see us together then I must be “safe” one?

What makes my life worth more, than that of my brothers?

It is because I was a good little negro and didn’t scare the white man.

It is because I have to supress my pride and my identity, my fierceness, my swag, when I confront authority eye to eye, man to man.

I have to be a smiling non-threatening “friendly black” and they mostly leave me alone.

Sometimes I sick of it. I am black, and proud. “I am a man.” Stop killing us.

Equality isn’t found using guilt trips

Chris Wehunt,
Overland Park, KS.

So much focus is put on splitting up races, every time the race card is used in the media you see social media flipping out, looking for cases of white or black people being attacked by the opposite race, then guilt tripping not only mass media, but society as a whole saying “this won’t show up on (FOX, CNN, MSNBC, etc.) because it’s not trending”. It seems like social media, mass media, and politics is abused by people to shout to the rest of the world how conscious they are of the most recent issues but all it ends up doing is feeding emotionally short lived outbursts quickly replaced by the next days issue. People already forgot that we have troops overseas, they forget that every racial issue on the news is a prime moment for NAACP to make an extra dollar and to throw gasoline on the fire. If NAACP is supposed to be needed so badly, why is it that every time they’re involved, the riots get bigger? We gotta grow up and stop wanting people to feel sorry for us, stop living life according the stereotypes, break the mold! It’s not going to just happen on it’s own, it’s obvious by now after so many years have passed since slavery that just sitting around waiting for it to happen or getting on a podium and pointing angrily at the other side while shouting negativity isn’t how we promote equality at all. You want things to be different? Do something, MLK Jr stood for something that we still haven’t forgot, but it’s been warped immensely. We need to get active in the process to see results.

From love – fear, (a) foreigner’s view (on) racism.

David Chen,
New York, NY.

I grew up in China listening to artists like 50 cent, Tupac, Snoop dogg (lion), and Jay-Z. I have every one of Jay-Z’s songs memorized and for a Chinese kid, that wasn’t easy. For as long as I can remember, I was fascinated by African American (is this the politically correct term?) culture. As I started high school, I transitioned into R&B with Ne-Yo, Chris Brown and Jason Derulo. Back then, I dreamed of being black. In my head, blacks were talented at music, sports, and being “cool”.

Fast forward a few years, my parents decided to send me to college in the U.S. I found myself in Michigan, and my first roommate was an African American. He was one of the kindest and most loving people I’d ever met. He treated me like a brother, and I thought of him as my brother. He’d always ask me why I’m try to sound like him. It wasn’t intentional, I had learned most my English from rap songs.
After spending two years with my roommate, I became more and more involved with the African American community. I loved it, everyone I met was as kind as him.

Later I moved New York, and during my two years here, my perception was somewhat crushed. In my two years here, I had been robbed twice, and chased with a knife. The perpetrators were all African American. I started to develop a fear of the blacks in New York, I would walk away, from blacks at night, and would almost always speed up my pace. Subconsciously I felt horrible, I felt guilt, I felt shame, because I was slowly becoming the person I did not want to be. I felt like I was racist.

Recently my old roommate got married, and I was reminded of the wonderful times we spent together. I wish I could be that guy again, but I still cannot control the fear that I feel.

I’m not guilty, Family from Norway.

Michael J,
Rochester, MN.

I just feel I am a little tired of feeling guilty about being a white male. My family came from Norway and Sweden, we never owned slaves, and moving to Southern Minnesota, didn’t even have a plantation. Nevertheless it seems that this issue is somehow my fault as well.

I Carry Guilt Because I’m White

Brandie Bushee,
Cedar Falls, IA.

In our current times we hear about racism every day. I hate it. I’m not one to say “I don’t see race; I’m colorblind”, because to “be blind” to race is to ignore the problem of racism. But I am one to say that I love everyone no matter their language, skin color, religion, or any other beautiful difference. When racists put down others because of their differences, it disgusts me. I often say that I am embarrassed to be considered “American” because of the bad reputation the few racists have given to us. I feel guilty because so many of “my people” have hurt so many others simply because of their differences. So instead of considering myself “white” or “American”, I like to consider myself open. Open to learning about other cultures, languages, or religions. Open to accept anyone that crosses my path. Open hearted and open minded to love anyone and everyone, because differences make the world a better place to be.

I really hate the word “white”.

Anna,
Columbia, SC.

I know I have “white” skin, but I really hate that word. I don’t think about myself as “white”. I am Italian and Czech. My dad was the first generation of my family to live in America. Our family wasn’t here for the Civil War, we didn’t enslave anybody. In fact, my dad came here because the Nazis, and then the Soviets, were murdering my people and enslaving them in his country. My grandfather was in a concentration camp. My dad has PTSD from fighting Soviet soldiers. So when somebody calls me white and tells me all about how my people enslaved theirs, I get a little offended. My skin color doesn’t erase the struggle of my people, and it does not define my mindset. I am not racist, and I am not ignorant of the struggle of oppressed people in this country. I do not carry “white guilt”. All I’m guilty of is wanting to live my life. When you call me white, you pretend my heritage does not exist, and you generalize who I am based on my skin color. Please stop assuming things about me just because I have paler skin than you. And please stop acting like your struggle is the only struggle that matters. We are all going to have to work together if we want to solve the problem of oppression.

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