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I passed Citizenship test, can you?

Avanti Iyer,
Chevy Chase, MD.

I’m tired of not been seen as having the same rights as white people (especially after 9/11). I had to pay hundreds of dollars in fees and take a test to become a citizen of the US. I am curious how many native-born white people have the equivalent civics, history and geographic knowledge of this country that they seem to take for granted.

Damn Mom, You’re Right. I’m sorry.

David Pham
Poughkeepsie, NY

When I was young, my mom told me a macabre anecdote about the Vietnam War. She remembered that American soldiers would go through villages in search of Vietcong. As they went through, they would ask villagers in English if they were indeed Vietcong or not. Some villagers, though they did not know English and therefore could not understand, would nod anyway. They were shot on the spot. When my mom told me this story, I refused to believe it. I thought it was obvious that American soldiers would know better than to ask villagers if they were Vietcong because they did not speak English, so it would be pointless. This was never in any of the history textbooks in school, so, of course, I thought back then, the story was obviously not true. Now, after unpacking this memory, I feel ashamed to have questioned my mom’s lived experience and how I internalized so much oppression as a child.

Based on this memory, I define race as the self-constructed, fluid identity that is heavily influenced by outside agents such as people (family, friends, teachers), significant personal events, or the media (in its portrayal, or lack thereof, of racial/cultural images on the television, on the Internet or in textbooks). Race goes far beyond physical appearance. Though race can certainly be ascribed through institutional agents such as the government, race is not fixated but is, instead, robust and moldable in that it is based on self-exploration over time. Only when confronted by oppression does race take on a collective identity (rife with stereotypes), making it seem fixated and ascribed by an oppressive agent when it really is not. Those who are confident in their own racial/cultural/ethnic identity can break free of the oppressor stranglehold and take part in re-humanizing both the oppressor and oppressed. Yet, it takes many years for this to happen after considerable mental and physical toll, reflection and action.

Racism tore me away from my heritage and culture and placed me in this liminal space between my own Vietnamese culture and the American culture I strove for. This was why I questioned my mom’s lived experience. As someone who was striving to be White, I was stunned to hear an account so unflattering of a group in which I wanted membership. Racism, as a tool of oppression, therefore displaces people from their heritage, and from personal experience, and it put me into a cultural/racial/ethnic limbo¬. What is most insidious about racism is that it works in covert ways, and I, for one, was not conscious of my own cultural/racial/ethnic displacement until I entered college. Racism can also devastatingly foster horizontal violence between targeted groups and often times within a racial group to the benefit of the oppressor group. Such was the case when I was forced into my danger zone when I was in a discussion with a fellow AAPI person who said he supported the model minority myth. Racism also drove me to search, depend on, and embrace social capital that would help me succeed in a White-dominated world (such as looking for cheap SAT classes to take). Simultaneously, I devalued my own cultural capital because it did not give me the necessary tools to succeed (choosing to take SAT classes instead of classes which could have developed my Vietnamese writing skills). And so, I clearly remember being jealous of those who had more access to such social capital because it meant they could be more successful than me.

You’re mixed with that hair, right?

KYogaKhairah L. Walker,
Montclair Heights, NJ.

My hair is not my heritage. It’s been an issue my entire life, people define me because of it. People hate me for having it, curse me when cutting it. It is not ME. Yes it is my crown but I am my temple. I revel in my blackness, not just the facets of it.

Guide To Your Privilege Right

Z Frohna,
Los Angeles, CA.

So. I’m a white woman who lives in L.A. But I’m also disabled, and a part of the LGBT+ community. Am I privileged? Yes.

If someone has privilege, whether it is the dreaded white privilege or economically fueled privilege, it doesn’t mean, “they are a terrible person,” or, “their life isn’t hard at all and they deserve no pity.” Privilege simply means, the person has it easier in one way or another. I feel like we all have a bit of privilege in some way – but that’s okay! We can all use our advantages to help each other out, as friends and neighbors.

I made this “Privilege Guide” for my fellow white-and-relatively-affluent people, but anyone can read and learn. It’s kinda longer than you might be expecting if you’ve read other race cards.

HOW TO: Use Your Privilege For Good

One: Don’t presume someone needs your “help,” or pity, but always be ready to be a supportive friend.

I’m disabled. I know how it feels to be silently judged – often, strangers will react to meeting me with fear or confusion. They really just don’t want to deal with me, so they won’t talk to me or about me. I have lots of great friends, who aren’t this way, but I’ve definitely seen my fair share of discomfort from people. So I SORT OF get the whole “I am a minority” feeling.
And what I can tell you from my experiences, is, you help by listening, and whispering while the others who are closer to the problem are shouting. You can feel passionate about an issue that’s not directly related to you, of course, the more fighting the merrier, but take turns on center stage. Being a friend to a disabled person, or a black person, or a nonbinary person, or someone who’s all three, is just like being a friend to anyone else – in that there’s mutual appreciation, and you guys don’t steal each other’s thunder.
You do not help someone by taking their issue and shouting about it from the rooftops. Because then people pay attention to you, and credit the progress to you, even though you may simply be echoing less-noted others’ ideas. If this happens to you by accident, if you’re protesting with a strong group, and suddenly, you get your 15 seconds of fame – raise the others in the group or movement up with you.
The real difference between “help” and real help – one feels an awful lot like you’re the star of a show, with a cast that’s diverse for diversity’s sake. The other feels more like you’re helping to help, because you really believe in solving the problem, not attributing credit to the “hero.”

Two: Be nice.

There are lots of reasons and actual, fact-filled explanations for why you shouldn’t say the n word, the f word (the GAY f word, you know the one), or mock the accents of Chinese people. There are definitely more examples of things you shouldn’t do, but I’ll start with these – many people will fill you in on the reasons for not being callous like that, but I’m not going to. Google is free (but make sure you verify your sources!).
Instead, I’m going to ask – why do you NEED filling in? Who cares what the etymology of a word? A person, an individual with feelings, asked you not to say that word or do that thing. So don’t. Think about, if it weren’t part of a “liberal” or “conservative” issue. (I don’t really believe in parties.) What type of person do you consider standard, or normal? Picture them asking you not to say a certain word, or make a certain joke, because it hurts their feelings. Depending on what it is, you might think it’s not that bad. But you’ll listen, because you’re a good person.
Where does that stop? With people of Mexican heritage? Autistic people? Gay people? Where do you draw the “being nice” line? Where do you start asking, “why do I need to be nice?”

Three: Do your best to learn as much as you can about the advantages you benefit from.

If you’re white, learn about gentrification, the differences between cultural appreciation and appropriation, the history of the U.S; the utter destruction on our part of Native American society, the enslavement of black people, all that jazz.
If you’re middle class or higher, learn what you can do for people in poverty,
and find out actual effective-over-time solutions to homelessness.

Learn, so you can find solutions.

ZMKF 6/1/18

P.S. My blog used to be www.earthcompromise.com – don’t go there, I let it expire because I’m moving to Squarespace. My new website isn’t up yet, but it’s going to be www.zmkf.com and I’ll notify you guys in the comments of this race card when it’s up.

Oh, you’re white, right? No, actually.

Hilary Forrest,
Pasadena, CA.

Every single time a person meets me, they’ll assume my race is “white.” That’s where you’re wrong. My nationality is American; my ethnicities are Hispanic as well as Icelandic. But no, of course because of the paleness of my skin or the freckles adorning my cheeks, I always get a, “No WAY! You’re not Latina. That’s impossible.” So shoutout to all the people who just think I’m a total white girl because of the way I speak, how I sometimes struggle with my Spanish and am critiqued because I can’t speak their tongue as well as they can, excuse me, and especially because of how my family appears as well.

White, Right, Proud, won’t be cowed

Franlkin Davis,
Staten Island, NY.

I’m tired of all the Liberal anti-White educators, media-types, race-baiting colored preachers of hate, and Democrat politicians telling me and members of my race we should be ashamed to be White. RESIST! Stand up! Speak out! Vilify the ideologically deficient Liberal propagandists telling us “we’re all the same”, we are not!

Race should not define me, right?

10330250_703182043075021_786005967959383854_n1Ivy,
Salem, OR.

It’s sad, because I thought for the longest time that race doesn’t matter. At least in my household it doesn’t. I was brought up by white parents who taught me that our skin colors didn’t define us. Our family was a family no matter our racial differences. Yet, when I stepped outside my door, my classmates would say, “You’re Asian, that’s why you get good grades”, “You’re smart because it’s in your blood”. So then, race does matter in our society still… since clearly people see my race first before they see “me”, and I wish that wasn’t the case. Race shouldn’t define how we treat each other.

Always Fight for what is Right

Chris G Murray
New York City, NY
Manhattan

As an activist in the 60’s/70’s and having had our share of victories, I continue the fight for liberty, freedom and doing what is morally right.
All people must live together and combine their strengths to fight against the multi-national corporations

Tired of being guilty for being white

Brian Wackerly,
Andover, KS.

Black, white, blue, green, or yellow. It’s 2015 folks- why can’t we just all be Americans? The LEFT wants to label everyone as African American- why am I not labeled as Scottish American or Irish American or Czech American? Exactly. The people who demand to be called African American are no more African than I am Irish, Italian, or Russian. This is dividing our country more than anything ever has, and it’s going to be our downfall. In a hundred years, we will all look the same anyway.

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