All week, I've promised myself chores will be done. Mom's words about my defense mechanism are blaring in my subconscious ear. Walls! Walls! Walls! Why can't I tear them down? Why must I always put them up, between people, responsibilities, opportunities, love. Everything in my life is about building this room, this barricade, this mental cave, where nobody may enter, but me. The problem is that while protecting me from the outside, I am helpless to the dangers from within.
This was a post I wrote on Facebook after surprisingly not seeing any moaning about the Documentary by Jose Antonio Vargas, titled White People Dayyum! I just scrolled my timeline and not a single white person got their feelings hurt by White People. I unfortunately haven't seen it, but the number of fake accounts that popped up on twitter, tells me it was a damn good show. Here's the thing. If someone of color aka non-white says "White Privilege," are you offended? If you said yes, then you are exhibiting white privilege. It has nothing to do with how hard you work or study, how you stayed out of trouble, because here's the thing, that is entirely the point. Somewhere out there, there are 100 Black, Spanish, Native American, Arab, Asian, who worked and studied as hard as you and never got in trouble, but they don't have what you "earned" or achieved. Stop looking at the one person you know who isn't white that achieved as your benchmark. Loo...
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