Yeah tbf, speaking as a white(1) person who has, I’ve realized more and more the older I’ve got, some very unique views on things owing to some very unique life experiences and general lived experience, and is losing the desire to post here from realizing that most of you are full of shit about actually hearing about lived experience… I gotta say she might be on to something!
- Lol I don’t even know if I’m actually white, it’s just a very, very safe bet based on appearance. My mother was adopted and it was one of those baby-left-on-the-doorstep records-lost-in-a-fire situations and even though I identify as clearly white there’s something off about forever having part of your ancestry missing.
I mean, what if we played the “tell us about the first time you were framed and jailed for a felony and had a black activist tell you, no, you must’ve did something wrong because you’re white” game, how would that go? Would I be the only participant not just on this forum but safe-money the only you encountered in your entire life?
Or, not even that extreme, what about just being the poorest person in a poor black ghetto neighborhood and, I mean, shit you’d think was dramatized for artistic effect, it just has to be, like, putting cardboard in my shoes until one of the GDs (gangster disciples) in the neighborhood bought me some new ones, or getting jumped and your nose broken and coat stolen and having a different friend give you the coat off his back, no, like, literally, walking with his cousin up to him on the corner and having him literally wearing two coats, one of them unzipped, because he thought it’d be colder, lol, this isn’t ancient history but there were no smartphones with snazzy weather forecast apps, and he gives you the fresh Starter™ jacket off his back, because while half the neighborhood wanted to fuck me up but the other half wanted to keep their special white boy safe (or maybe just thought there was an outside chance I’d be in the NBA and wanted to be in my future entourage I always secret suspected; too bad I was six feet tall in eighth grade and reached an adult height of… six feet tall) and would have me get one of them to accompany me if I needed to walk somewhere after hours and were super strict about letting me get caught up in any gang and drug shit, but, oops, some of them went to jail or died and I did get caught up in that just a little, until yet another friend said we were going to have to get me a gun if I kept doing that and I thought, fuck, I need to move somewhere else and get some white friends and luckily my dad kicked me out when I turned 18 so the stars were aligned… Do you think that affords me some special insights into the fluidity of privilege and race relations and what not, that you wouldn’t find from the average white or black person? Not as a woe-is-me or anti-woe-is-me, but just vaguely unique?
Or do you all really not want to hear about shit like that, because you want a sanitized, romanticized version of everything?