First, my angry rant: I don’t give a flying fuck about your white supremacy. I don’t give a fuck about your jobs. I don’t give a fuck about your education. I don’t care that the “White man is losing status in the U.S.” I don’t give a fuck about your xenophobia and nationalism masquerading around as patriotism. I don’t give a fuck about your fear that your tiny pricks aren’t satisfying your women anymore or whatever else is causing you to march through Charlottesville or whatever city you march through next. Fuck your white supremacy! Fuck your unjustified sense of entitlement! Because that’s what this is really all about, isn’t it? I just want to live. Why does that bother you so much?
Okay, I’m good now. I just needed to get that out.
Here’s my take on white supremacy in America:
Many of you (meaning the generic and overly broad “white” people “you”) grew up in neighborhoods with good schools where restrictive covenants were made to keep people like me out, a neighborhood where the police frisked my family members on their way to work and put my father in the hospital, literally; a neighborhood where neighbors burned crosses as lawn ornaments when the rare negro got approved for a mortgage. For decades, you got into college because your parents went there too at a time when tuition was $300 per year and my parents were not even allowed to attend. The G.I. bill that paid for your grandfather’s college had an exception for the Jim Crow Laws preventing my family from getting an education. You pledge loyalty to a fraternity that forbade black admissions and chanted just two years ago how “there would never be a nigger in SAE,” or one that held the same beliefs, only silently.
Many of you got jobs in the same factories your father worked and his father before him in a time when my parents weren’t allowed to occupy those jobs, and if they were, they were paid cents on the dollar for the same work. Every member of your family worked for the same company regardless of their credentials and they kept their jobs regardless of their fuck-ups. And, when you left the family business, you got a job because your dad knew a guy who knew a guy when my dad is the grandson of a slave.
Of course, this looks like supremacy. You were killing it when everything was yours for the taking just by being white. You got on a bus and others moved. You had special whites only drinking fountains and jobs reserved for white people only. At any given time, you could do the most heinous thing you could think of to a minority and wouldn’t even be prosecuted. Being white in America meant you were pretty untouchable.
I’m sure it felt great. I’m not saying you didn’t work hard. I’m not saying you didn’t accomplish anything. I am not throwing out every accomplishment made by “white” America. What I’m saying is there is nothing supreme about winning in a system that was built to cater to you. There is nothing supreme about accepting what was freely given. There is nothing supreme about playing playing in a whites only baseball league when others are blasting fastballs out of the park in an integrated league.
I get it, you’re afraid. You don’t know where your place in the world is anymore. The U.S. population is looking a bit more “tan” than when you grew up. Women are working. Gay people exist. The America in front of you looks less and less like the one you knew. You want to make America great again. You want to go back to a time when America looked great to you. Well, too bad. That time is over. Grow up and get used to it. You complain about the liberal, leftist snowflakes protesting for rights and social justice, but, really, you are afraid of change because you are coddled, weak and unprepared.
While you were passing the mantle from father to son in perpetuity, minorities have been fighting and clawing to achieve anything. When you were going to college for free, minorities were sending only the best and brightest. When you denied us opportunities, minorities made our own. Everything you took for granted, we cherished. We fought for the dreams and promise of this country when you fought to keep it from us. When you were given rights, we became strong enough to take them.
We were forged in the fires of the very torches you carry to intimidate us. Your torches have set the world ablaze around you. They have lit our path in the darkness. They have made it easier to see the enemy even in the darkness. They have us a goal to work toward.When you worked hard, we worked harder. You fought hard, we fought harder. When our resume thrown in the garbage because recruiters didn’t want to learn our names, we improved our resumes until they couldn’t be ignored. When we were denied housing because of our color, we made our neighborhoods prosper. When we were told we we needed to be twice as good to be considered half as good, we went for six times better. We became stronger under the weight of your heel. So, thank you???
Our success is your success. You still win. We aren’t your ancestors. We aren’t even ours. We are the children of the oppressed who understand suffering in ways that you never could, and we have no intention of inflicting that suffering upon anyone else. We don’t fight for human rights because we want to undermine the traditional American values, we fight for human rights because we understand the value of a diverse and inclusive world. We will build a system that provides opportunities to everyone who is willing to work for them, a system that protects the weak, coddled, and unprepared as much as it protects those who have been systematically oppressed. We will make America great. So, you’re welcome.
Your rallies, your violence, your protests are the panic of a dying animal, but where you fall, something greater will grow.