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Stop With The Cherokee Syndrome, Already

Jemmie Valencia,
San Francisco, CA.

Proudly that they are Cherokee and they know this because their great great grandmother had long black hair- was a Cherokee Princess, even!, when they find out that I am in fact from the Yurok Tribe of Northern California. With as many white folks out there wearing wolf, eagle, & dreamcatcher t-shirts claiming to be Cherokee, you would think that the genocide of indigenous people of the United States never happened at all.

The Very Sight Of Them Disturbs

4849720efe3902bfaf8dd11af9d0e476Sammy Bell
San Francisco, CA

Blazing Saddles is a satirical comedy by Mel Brooks that mocks racism, elitism, class-ism, cronyism, and sexism in a western spoof.

One part of the movie that was most telling to me about the experience of racism for Blacks included the line “I want the very sight of him to upset them”.

This line is spoken by a corrupt senator who wants to destroy a small town to clear way for the new railroad. One part of his plan is to force a new sheriff on them that they would hate so much that they would want to leave. So he stops the hanging of a black man and decides to send him to the town as the new sheriff.

The following scenes of the various reactions to seeing a sheriff who is a black man are hilarious in the movie. But sadly they ring true in many ways for real life experiences of Blacks. The real life experiences are from the misguided perception that you are somewhere you don’t belong… so you are probably about to do something that you shouldn’t be doing. Or you have something that you shouldn’t have… so you probably came into possession of it illegally.

I don’t know how the trial of George Zimmerman will be decided, but his whole encounter with Trayvon Martin that resulted in Trayvon’s tragic death is a good example of the point I’m trying to make. The very sight of Trayvon Martin in the neighborhood was disturbing to George Zimmerman. It was so disturbing to him that he followed Trayvon in spite of being given sensible advice to stop following him.

George Zimmerman was convinced in his mind that Trayvon was somewhere that he didn’t belong and that he was probably about to do something that he shouldn’t be doing. I believe George Zimmerman thought he was going to be a hero that night. Instead Trayvon Martin was killed and George Zimmerman became a national example of how quickly you can morph from being a ‘wannabe hero’ to a goat.

All cases of disturbed reactions don’t turn out tragically in the death of an innocent person like this situation. But all cases are tragic in how they perpetuate race relation issues.

I get sunburned in ten minutes.

Christine Leach,
San Francisco, CA.

If the sun is intense enough, I can and have gotten sunburned in ten minutes, literally. I joke with my friend in Nigeria that I can’t visit him because it’d be too painful, physically. It’s a silly point, but one I’ve joked with friends about, who are black, hispanic, or just not as borderline albino (Irish genes) about how they don’t understand just how much SPF I need to apply to get through a vacation, or a day at the beach. Several have chuckled while saying they’ve never been sunburned.

Racism is insidious, check yourself often

Paul Cabler,
San Francisco, CA

I grew up in the deep south, and have been on the west coast for over 30 years (I’m 68.).While I would never consider myself racist, I’ve found that racist thoughts can pop into my head unannounced (“How did that black man afford a Lexus?”). I hate that, but have learned I might have to check myself for the rest of my life. Such biases are taught, and sometimes difficult to unlearn

“You can’t say that stuff here”

Danielle R,
San Francisco, CA.

Someone in response to their friend’s racial slur at a party… How about you can’t say that stuff anywhere? Racism hasn’t been defeated, it has moved behind closed doors. Change won’t happen if people only call their friends out when they’re worried that someone will hear. Just because there’s no one around to be offended by something, doesn’t make it ok to say.

Race segregates ignorance and quasi-perfection

FamiliaMelvin Jones,
San Francisco, CA.

One would think that California is a progressive state that seldom harbors racism. Unfortunately that is just a heartbreaking fallacy. The reality of the status quo, is that the Golden State is riddled with a plethora of “undercover racist” who abuse, deny, intimidate, African-Americans and Latinos.

To misfortune, or fortune, I am what the “undercover racists” seek as target to relieve themselves of their mishaps, angers, misfortunes, or whatever the case it maybe. One thing that is readily use in human kind, is to “judge the book by its cover” and that adage is more prevalent in the USA: The darker the cover, the less educated, and crime-bound individual; while the lighter the color of the cover, the more opportunities in the land of the free.

I personally know a bevy of well educated African-Americans, and Latinos (myself being one, who posses a Masters of Science in Taxation), who are better qualified compared to their caucasian counterparts. But cannot secure equal employment as their much lighter skinned counterparts, due to the darker pigmentation of their skin. The pigmentation of the largest organ in the human body, seems to be the rude of all equality evils.

I have heard the following saying, throughout California: “White people stick with each other, no matter how wrong they are. In their eyes, their issue can be remedied, but if you were black? You are deemed a criminal”

I am doing my very best so that my wife and my son (Wife half filipino- half Israeli) do not endure the same treatment is have endure in the Golden State!

I failed the brown bag test.

Meghann Carey,
San Francisco, CA

Which is great because why would I ever want to pass? My brown skin is soft and clear and beautiful.
Growing up an adopted mixed race child in a white family in Irish catholic suburbs and a mostly WASP and Jewish school made for the usual social confusions attached to the archetypal tragic mulatto… not black enough for the black folks and no where near white enough for the white folks. Smilin’ and shuckin’ and jivin’ got by 3rd grade. But so did tryin to sound “street” when I was really just a spoiled, educated, middle class daughter of teachers.
The social homelessness didn’t get any better when I came out at age 23. The local LGBTQ+ scene had cliques and mores that mimic the world of breeders. As a masculine of center presenting lesbian who (at the time) still liked to wear a little make-up and tiny tees, I wasn’t butch enough for black femmes and too butch for for black butches. White girls seemed less rigid about the femme-butch dichotomy, and culturally we had more in common. But I still didn’t really fit in with either group.
Finally, in my late 30’s, I went to a conference in Chicago that split apart the racial plate shifting beneath my mixed American existence. I went to caucuses and meetings led and full of participants who were black and brown and high yellow and queer. They dressed however the hell they wanted and played around with gender roles. Light-skinned, female presenting, women with moustaches opening the floor for comments about the privilege they carry for having lighter skin is balanced by the privilege they lack for being gender non-conforming. I finally felt at home.

The black and brown folks at this conference showed me that I can be whatever kind of black person I wanted to be. There’s no one prescribed version, contrary to what the white narratives of blackness that bombard our daily lives tell us.
I am black. And I’m whatever the hell kind of black I want to be. No one can ever take that away from me, not even good old fashioned American white supremacy and it’s failing institutions of power.

Asian Americans are perceived as foreigners.

Tiffany,
San Francisco, CA.

People who ask me this question aren’t convinced by my response that I was born and raised in Chicago, IL.

“Go back to China!” when I don’t respond to male strangers hitting on me.

#AnitaEllenSpeak

I am mom, not the babysitter

The-FamilyMikaela Rejbrand,
San Francisco, CA.

Being a person of mixed race, my biological mom is white and my biological father is black, and having married an Irish man, my children are much lighter skinned than I am and therefore am often mistaken for “the babysitter”. The constant theme since my children have been born is that, “Oh wow, your kids look so much like their dad!”. I never understood that comment as I see myself in my children and beyond the color of their skin. With my children so young, my son is 2 and my daughter is 4, I have not yet broached the very complicated questions around race and the history of how people of all colors have had to endure discrimination, slavery, persecution, and hate. My children do not see color, they see people, and I hope that when the day comes that I will begin sharing stories of my ancestors, that the color of one’s skin will be just that, the color of your skin.

Black lesbian CPA, it’s really me.

Andrea Hyson,
San Francisco, CA.

About two months ago, I finally met a new employee in another department. This woman and I had numerous phone conversations but hadn’t yet met. I decided to stop by her office to introduce myself. Another employee was at her door as I approached. As I turned into her office, the other employee introduced me and woman literally had a physical reaction. She jumped back in her seat and looked shocked and while recovering said, “You’re Andrea.”

It caught me off guard but at the same time I smiled. I am so use to people having some preconceived notation of who I am. I just shook my head and presented my hand with a smile. I do my job and run my business based on my knowledge base not my color or sexual orientation.
I’m a CPA who owns a small tax business while working a full-time job in the tax department of a privately owned investment company. I am approaching my 10 year anniversary.

As an out lesbian with short hair (sometimes bald) on the butch side of the equation, I am who I am and can’t and never would change it. I like me.

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