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Saturday, May 30, 2020
At 5am, I finally cried.
After checking the news feed while awake pre-dawn, seeing the fires burning across the country and having mixed feelings that only come when one is safely removed from events
I laid back down.
The cat was on my shoulder and the blankets a bit stuffy, my allergies acting up and I thought, ugh, I cant breathe.
And ALL my fucking white privilege hit me smack in the face and I realized those words would NEVER be ok to say offhand again.
I cried.
Not out of sorrow or grief or worry or pain
but out of GUILT.
I realized how much of a hypocritical ass I have been. How easily removed I was over the events of years past. I have felt the usual anger and disgust at the state of racism in America, the senseless killings and acquittals and cries for justice
but somehow thought I was above it.
It was not ME. IM not the racist.
I cried when I realized I AM no better than the racists
BECAUSE I believed I wasnt like them.
Growing up a middle class white girl in Oakland, California, I thought because I was used to diversity I was all good. So what if my mother from Mississippi said some things I still remember and cringe at now? My dad was one of those guys who would strike up a conversation with anyone, regardless of their race. I thought I was safe because I adopted that same geniality. I thought because I knew many people growing up from different cultures. I was open minded, sure.
My teenage daughter came out early being gay, and I was the mom who embraced all her LGBT friends and accepted them as their parents struggled. I had to ask a lot of questions and learn about pronouns, but I learned how to be an Ally. Again, I thought I was cool, that I held none of that hatred in me.
But I look back on certain jokes I have made, words I have used that have no business being in my mouth. I see that I have allowed myself a complacency. Just because I love me some black folks does not mean I am free of the inherent racism that is insidious as a silent disease.
It has been so fucking normalized to judge others by their skin. To stereotype and discount others experiences based on their otherness or even the belief that they are less than. It is the Quiet Racism we have to watch out for. The racism that dwells in the shadows of our hearts and poisons our thoughts.
And again, as I write this, I cry.
I want to open myself up to the difficult conversations. To ask questions that may sound insensitive but are really born out of ignorance. I want to truly be there for my black brothers and sisters, as well as my Native American, Jewish, Muslim, and other marginalized friends and strangers. It is about shifting the thoughts in our minds to use different language. It is about really LIVING that mantra of We are ALL One and fighting our own inner nature to separate and see boundaries instead of inclusion.
I want to be better than I have been. I welcome the change.