White Girl Problems
When we visited my parents in California my boyfriend remarked on how many “diverse” friend groups there were. I had no idea what he meant. He had to explain to me that growing up in New York friend groups tended to be racially homogenous. That didn’t seem to be the case in California.
This is exactly what I’ve been saying for a while now. There’s so much racial tension here, and it extends to everyone. I may not treat people of different races any differently, but that doesn’t stop them from treating me differently. It’s appalling how much hate people direct towards each other for things we can’t control, especially physical features and the cultural norms of where we were raised. And it isn’t just white people directing hate towards minorities. I’ve experienced a lot of white hate too.
My problems, for some reason, are not longer valid simply because I’m white. I apparently have no idea what real suffering is. Which in itself is fine for people to feel, I suppose. If they’ve been put down all their lives then they have every reason to be bitter and jaded, but they don’t want to talk about it. They don’t want to explain it to me to help me understand. The phrase “no, I don’t understand, enlighten me” doesn’t seem to work here. Maybe people think I’m being sardonic and demeaning? It doesn’t matter, honestly, because I’m met with hate regardless of what I say or do.
Again, my problems aren’t valid. I don’t understand true suffering. I’ve never suffered. I have no right to complain. My boyfriend received the same treatment. People assumed he was rich and spoiled because he dresses well, speaks well, and is confident. In actuality he grew up in Queens, and he and his mother live off her $1,000/month disability checks. Even upon learning this, people still dismiss him. They tell me he shouldn’t try to act rich, then, and that he’s being sketchy and deceptive when he tries to hide that fact. He does no such thing. He simply doesn’t talk about it. He’s afraid to. He’s afraid of the backlash, of the judgment. And this leaves him in a catch-22. He can’t admit to being poor due to the fear of judgment, but not admitting to being poor means people assume he’s a rich white boy and hate him for exactly that.
I was explaining to some people in my class the other day how I got my cat and why he’s the most spiritual cat on the planet. I explained that a spiritual guru type of person gave him to me before moving to India to be a teacher at an ashram. I tried to show these people a picture of her, and they were mortified that “she’s not brown”. No, she’s not. She’s white. I don’t understand what that has to do with anything. She can’t be spiritual and teach at an ashram in India because she isn’t Indian? The terms “cultural appropriation” and “white savior” were used. They compared her to Rachel Dolezal. She can’t be Hindu or live in India, or, God forbid, wear the correct spiritual garb at the religious festivals she attends, because she isn’t Indian. Doing so makes her a fake, she’s trying to be Indian and she’s not. What she’s doing is offensive, it’s cultural appropriation and who is she to go to India and impose her spiritual beliefs on these people? Look at that white savior complex there. She’s going to India to convert all the Indians to her religion.
The spiritual guides at the ashram don’t seem to have a problem with her teaching there. The people learning from her don’t seem to have any problems with the color of her skin. I don’t want to use the term reverse racism to describe these classmates, because that’s not what it was. It was just plain racism. It was slotting people into roles based on their race. Only Indians can be spiritual and worship Hindu gods. Only Indians can be enlightened and guide others to reach that same level of peace. That is what Indian people do, it’s who they are, and people of other races have no business being in India and doing what Indian people do. And yet I couldn’t say anything to these people, because I am white and they are not and telling them to shut the fuck up and cut that shit out is racist of me, apparently.
I don’t deny that I have been afforded several privileges as a white woman that others have not been afforded. I know that. But all I can do is own it. I can’t take those privileges away from myself. I can’t stop it from happening. I refuse to be hated for things I can’t control. I will not apologize for being white. I understand that racial minorities are subject to hatred for things they can’t control all the time. I understand that racial minorities are asked to apologize for their physical features. But the way to bring about change is not to try to subject others to the same struggles you’ve endured. You can’t fight hate with hate. Tit for tat doesn’t work. We need to learn to love each other, or we’ll get nowhere. We will accomplish nothing with hate, and that applies to people of any race, gender, sexual orientation, etc.
Love thy neighbor. I’m serious. Try it sometime.