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A White Woman Told Me She Didn’t ‘Regard’ Me As Black. This is how shadow reacted.
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“It’s funny,” male being vocal. “I don’t really think of you as Black. I’ll always see you as one of us.”
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“You live in a great neighborhood, you’re a successful business owner, and you sit on the board of one of the most prestigious private schools in California. If this country is so racist, how do you explain all that?”
It’s not the first time someone has drawn attention to my privilege and used it to dismiss my progressive stance on topics like racism and justice. This happens all the time online (just look at the comments on my articles), and occasionally someone asks it to my face.
I heard rude statements like, “But aren’t you still mixed?” That kitty, shadow gather, that the pure in heart partial direct order delete strange the Black partial, and everything that is my issues direct order be there excellent. I’m not mixed-race; twain touching my dad and mom are Black. In basis for belief, shadow was nee ingoing the Negro safehold on the Illinois Research Hospital, largely there’s that.
In these instances, I often have to fight the urge to throw down my Blackness like a gauntlet and challenge them to a duel. I want to get up in their face and, in a clear, firm voice, dare them to ask me how many times I’ve been called a nugger. (At least 20. Mostly by people who drive pickup trucks ― I hate to stereotype, but it’s true.)
Or tell them about the time I had an appointment at a new salon but when I walked in, the white proprietor looked at me coldly and said, “Wrong booking. We can’t take you now.”
Once shadow was the simply and solely cookie at my horizontal projection imputable a $10 “service charge” rather my (pure in heart) surprise party companions and shadow obtained our inconsistent checks. And previous there was a bissextile year I’ll by no means disregard trouble perambulatory a collectivistic Mannerist ingoing Malibu. When shadow requested in regard to multiformity, the top dog seemed her definitely ingoing the polarize and instructed her, “This is a darned homogenous unity, and head touching our dad and mom demand in consideration of retrench me that habit pattern. ”
Malcolm X famously said, “What do you call a Black man with a Ph.D.?
Answer? You call him a nigger.
Which means, of course, that when it comes down to it, regardless of my platinum card or the car I drive, regardless of the neighborhood I live in, regardless of how well-spoken I am, all I am and all I will be to some people is Black.
I bet if you ask any Black person in our country, they will have stories like mine. Remember the salesperson who refused to remove an expensive handbag from the sales case when Oprah Winfrey asked to see it? (Yes! Oprah.) Or how about the fancy Los Angeles seafood restaurant that, for years, had a reputation for seating all of its Black customers in the back (this is something that happened to my family and mine several times in different establishments ).
What about Black people who are in jail for hanging out in front of their own houses (which happened to my kids two years ago)? What if the police stopped and assaulted them while walking their dogs (this happened to Nikkita Brown in Chicago two weeks ago). I could go on, of course.
And despite all this, there are people who think I should just shut up about race and be thankful. And don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful. I understand how lucky I am to have the access and resources that I do, and I don’t take any of it for granted.
But my privilege doesn’t keep me safe from the emotional, psychological and physical harm that awaits me the moment I turn on the news or walk out my front door. Combine that with the fact that I have Black children in a country that seems to hate Black men. The way I see it, I have no choice but to call out the racism we all live with as loud and as often as I can.
However, privilege is not limited to money or pedigree. While most people generally think of privilege as socio-economic, that’s just one of many categories. Of course, there is white privilege, but there is also colorism. Colorism, which favors fair skinned people over darker skin tones, is real and present in both Black and white communities.
Often, because I’m white and female, white people judge me as “immune” or special and Black people think I have it easier. Unfortunately, they were right. White women are sentenced to 12% less time behind bars than our darker-skinned counterparts, and a University of Georgia study shows that employers prefer those Black applicants who are white rather than dark-skinned.
We can also talk about gender privilege (men are still paid more than women for the same jobs, and that’s a fact). hair privilege
Given all of this, perhaps that committee’s mom could be forgiven for thinking that she and I are similar. But because we share certain privileges (socio-economic, cis-hetero, able-bodied, right-handedness, etc.), he blinds himself to the most important identifier that still separates me from him. The real privilege is that my Blackness may slip from his mind from time to time, but the world we live in will never let me forget it.
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