Race War Chronicles
It was just three years ago that I dedicated myself to “hating white people a little more”, after living a gullible existence, thinking that I lived in a post-racial time in our history. Between Ridley Scott’s casting issues in his boycott-inducing film ‘Exodus’, unarmed brown-skinned men being killed, and New York’s mayor being chastised by his own police force for not being as backward as they are, only a fool like Ann Coulter can say that racism doesn’t exist.
The hate I bear is to be tempered against the unconditional love I once held for most people, taught by mass media, teachers and adults that racism was something being worked on diligently by our society. My opinion is that our mostly white government has done little to promote reconciliation, equality and fairness. The rift between our President and Black community leaders like Dr. Cornel West is indicative of a leader unable to effectively navigate the system to eradicate poverty, distribute federal resources fairly, and seek justice for the disenfranchised.
After losing some more Facebook friends, and occasional disputes, I have grown as a person this past year, learning that some people who are friends with me want nothing to do with my new mission. The ‘old me’ from two years ago would’ve written such friends off, but now I know that I can be my usual outrageous self, and not have everyone I know agree with me.
If you don’t agree with my take on racial issues, or don’t like Sara Silver or Tony Danzig, you are free to pretend I don’t have a point. I will happily place you in the bottom of my stack of “People I can get in touch with, but will likely never hear from me.” It’s next to my older stack of “Black people who find my outspoken nature toxic to their job security.” You don’t have to agree with me, but taking to the issue to like minded friends outside of the web prevents the national dialogue from moving forward. What are you scared of?
Perhaps moderate friends fear to be googled to find one of my angry or misunderstood rants near their name, or fear being called racist. Instead of working toward electronic privacy, we have collectively opted to allow prospective employers and people in power to categorize us all based on the groups we follow, the articles we read, and anything out of the box that can be deemed as taboo.
Here’s the good news for all my white friends – I ALREADY think you’re racist! When you have nothing to say about voting rights being repealed, immigration, college admissions, illegal police shootings, Kevin Hart, Tyler Perry, military policy on African women’s hair, Hollywood casting, or unfairness in the workplace or media – I already assume you will say something stupid, as I’ve spent most of my gullible life surrounded by white people saying the dumbest things to me. Here’s a brief sample:
1. Use of the term, “Brother” always sends a chill from a white friend OR stranger.
2. “I’m not racist…” (as if you would inform me politely if you WERE racist).
3. “[Anything said after the words “I’m not racist”, as it is usually followed by a racist statement]”.
4. Being told something I’ve said is racist, when racism is drawn from power I will never have.
5. Saying there’s nothing you can do to fight racism, after you have apparently done little to even try.
I will spend the next years reinforcing my old resolution to hate white people a little more than I used to, to show where such disdain comes from. This disdain comes from years of being treated unfairly, particularly at the most important times of my life. Experiencing racism when attending class, seeking a job or residence, or just commuting, effects every citizen, whether they see themselves as second-class citizens or not. I spent my years in high school, college and the corporate world isolated from people of color (as friends of color took issue with my increased exposure to Caucasian friends) lovingly and ignorantly thinking the white friends I have had would be mostly what I needed to get through life (yes, I once seriously thought that).
My love for humanity is now reserved only for people who have proven themselves in these dark chapters of my life. This middle-aged man, who many white friends decades ago once compared to Carlton from “Fresh Prince”, has been turned into an angry American and a cynical thinker, but NEVER a hopeless person.
I fear someone will read all this and misunderstand my statement, seeing use of the word ‘hate’, and not getting where I’m coming from.
What do you fear when you think about race?