No offense, but both on here and your main blog, you're always so pro-black, anti-white. I'm wondering why? You're white yourself, right? Why hate your own skin color?
…Okay, my friend. I will give you leniency and say you’re a little ignorant on some matters concerning myself and my opinions, and want clarification. Let me start off by saying: I am not anti-white. I’m anti-white supremacy. I can just learn to take a joke concerning my skin colour. Ours are about white girls being hipsters or white dudes and their lack of respect for when people say “no”.
People have literally been making derogatory jokes about black people for years. I can take it.
But, if you really want context, let me tell you a story.
Imagine two sisters. One with black skin, one with white skin, sharing the same white mother, growing up in a white family, in a predominantly white town. Imagine a large age-difference between them. Say half a decade.
As sisters do, they bicker and they squabble. One claims the mother loves them more for being the first-born, the latter cries, and all goes to hell. The younger white sister, seeing little wrong, assumes her older sister is just a jerk who likes to pick on her. Because, hey, she was a kid. That’s how kids react.
But she thinks the world of her older sister, who has fire in her eyes and passion in her soul. Perhaps a little too angry and too violent, too quick to assume the world revolves around her or will point the revolver. Who will climb trees the highest to prove a point, who will mouth off at the slightest provocation. She’s cool. She’s independent. And most of all, the slightest inkling the little sister is being bullied, she will kick ass. Even when the little sister’s “father” buggered off, she was always the one there to defend the little sister.
She never notices why there is so much anger simmering under that beautiful older sister until years later.
But cracks start to emerge.
Family members assume little worsts about the older sister. The older sister spouts off “she gets away with it because she’s the perfect white girl”. The little sister is confused–she gets shouted at when she’s been bad! Why is her sister jealous? They both get punished!
More cracks show. Her beautiful sister leaves the house.
Years pass. Small slips in attitude.
The older sister “speaks well”. She has a “good attitude”. Because she was raised “in the right family”.
People the little sister once adored now show attitudes that confuse and upset her.
“Bloody immigrants”. “Go back to where they came from.” “They don’t belong here”. “The cities aren’t the same”. “It’s lost it’s culture”.
She’s heard these things all her life, the older sister. The younger sister had the unlucky fortune of being raised blind.
The reason I am so passionate is because I grew up as a textbook example of ignorant white priveledge
And my silence was violence for someone I cared about.
It’s not just violence in fists
But hatred spread through words.
And I am now in a position where I can voice my opposition.
Never again will I be ignorant.
Never again will I be complacent.
Never again will I be blinded.
Never again will I assume “I am one of the good ones”. The moment I do that, I excuse myself from learning more.