Black Girls Code?

Sometimes I wonder, am I wrong for noticing I’m the only black girl or is something wrong that I’m the only black girl?

I fantasize about this post-racial utopia where race means human or other, like Star Trek. I fantasize about living in the Next Generation. In social media disputes regarding race relations I’m called a race baiter. Apparently I was living in the utopia but I destroyed it by pointing out imaginary racial disparities. Now it’s ruined. And I’ve set us back hundreds of years (because apparently the Civil Rights Act was hundreds of years ago). I’m still the only black girl here.

I should be used to it by now. I’ve spent a fair portion of my life being the only black girl in the room. Sometimes in the house. Once in the whole neighborhood. I’m not lonely anymore. I’ve grown comfortable not seeing anyone else who looks like me in the crowd. The crowd has grown used to my presence. Yet sometimes, I wonder. Why am I the only black girl?

As my interest in software development blossomed into pursuit of knowledge I discovered just how many girls were absent from the field. Anyone will tell you that tech is a very male dominated field. There are studies of this disparity. There are companies actively trying to correct this by appealing to women. It’s not supposed to be this boy’s club it’s become. This is Star Trek, damn it! Captain Janeway was the shit.

There are organizations like Girl Develop It, which live to encourage women in tech fields. Increase the percentage of woman in this field from the 30 or so percent it’s hovering around. To offer support, provide faces in the crowd. To reduce those situations where you wonder why you are alone. It’s awesome. Female empowerment + Geekdom = Voyager. I’m not sure there’s much better than a group of friends that you can talk about menstruation and java with. I am not the only girl.

So why am I the only black girl? Statistics show there are only 3 percent of black women in the computer science field. 3. Three. Three!! If you look at women as a whole it looks better. It goes up to 11 percent of women are black. Am I wrong for noticing? Or is something wrong we aren’t noticing?

Now I’m not advocating for a Black Girls Develop It, but maybe we need to take a look at why women of color aren’t seeking professions in the field of computer science, similar to how we have looked at what barriers women as a group have had in this field. Maybe we need to seek them out instead. Create rooms where they can see they are not alone. Maybe we need to seek out new life and new civilizations right here, inside our culture that has created this disparity.

In the meantime I’m in the room.


Questioning Our Communication

The Question: If you’re in a healthy relationship, shouldn’t you be able to say anything to your partner?

Key words, in my opinion, are “be able to” which confers possessing an ability to do something. And with that in mind, yes you should. You should be able to say anything to your relational partner. You should possess the ability to speak without discomfort or fear to the people you are in healthy relationships with. But, that doesn’t mean you should act upon that ability… and I think that’s where many people fail.

Communication is the foundation of every relationship. Verbal, physical, emotional, mental… without communication there could be no relating. There would be no connection. So communication is vital if anyone intends to establish and maintain a relationship with anyone else. Communicating should be a conscious action one takes to express them selves to the world. Key word being conscious. And that thought brings us back to our question.

Too often it seems as if people want to just blurt out the shit-storm inside their heads. They call it being 100 or real or some other asinine label to hide what they are really doing. Which is being lazy. It’s so easy to communicate thoughtlessly. To have some shit in your head and open your mouth and let it all fall out. A simple three step process. And then they become upset when the shit they spew isn’t appreciated by their audience. They claim the listener just doesn’t want to handle the truth, when the truth is that they didn’t even bother to handle it themselves.

Truth is a fragile glass, often chipped and sharp. It is often painful. Sometimes horribly ugly. And while we can’t do anything to change the truth, we can at least respect our truth, appreciate it enough to handle it with care. Present it with respect. Gift it with love. If you don’t appreciate your honesty why should anyone else?

This becomes especially important in intimate relationships. When it comes to our loved ones we must honor the love they feel for us. We must understand that because we are loved, our communication carries additional weight. This means we have to be even more careful in how we choose to communicate our truths. Be conscious of our thoughts, our energy, body language, emotions, etc., all the parts that make up our communication.

We should have the ability to say anything, but we should not abuse that ability by saying anything that is unnecessarily harmful. It takes real effort to be conscious of ourselves, and mindful of our communications but if we value our relationship we will do that work. Why? Because possessing ability does not protect us from the repercussions of our actions.

Imagine if you will that your best friend comes out her room before you are about to go out. She asks you “Do I look fat in this?” First, let’s be mindful of the fact that if she asks the question, odds are she feels self-conscious. Also she is trusting you enough to express that vulnerability. Now there is only one truth, yes. Everything you say before and after that affirmation is padding. You’re wrapping the gift of your truth.

In this moment you have options, you can choose your wrapping paper. You could A) let the shit storm exit your mind and respond, “Hell-fuck yeah. And you know you do. You look like a sperm whale stuffed in a spandex tissue holder.” This response will take the already painful truth and make it even more harmful. You have just added spikes and firebomb explosions to that broken glass. It will blow up in her face and possibly leave scars that never heal. It may also blow up a portion of your healthy relationship. You have just abused your ability to be honest.

Luckily there is B (and Cs and Ds and Es… there are a plethora of possibilities in life). You can halt the shit storm, redirect your thoughts into thinking about how to express yourself in a beneficial way, filter your thoughts, consider her feelings and possible reactions, be empathetic, refine your thoughts, and then answer honestly. “In my opinion, “ which honors the fact that there are other perspectives, “yes. If I were you” which honors her ability to make her own decisions, “I would change into something else. Something that made me feel beautiful.”

Now I get that some people would see option B as being weak. A kind of cop out, being less than authentic. And those people are free to feel that way. Life is filled with feelings… and assholes. I believe that presenting my truth in a way that is more attractive than not, will help the receiver of my truth appreciate it more, perhaps even accept it. Even if the truth stings, I have loving expressed my support of my friend. I have respected them and shown them that I care more about their feelings than I do about the shit storm in my head. I have not abused my ability to communicate my truth.

It’s not easy to communicate this way. And I’m not always good at practicing it. I fail. Sometimes the shit storm is too strong and exits my mouth by force. Sometimes I do all that hard work only to be rewarded with a listener who has no interest in receiving my truth. Sometimes I have to rewrap my truth and represent it a few times before it’s finally accepted. It’s not easy, but it’s damn sure more rewarding. I have very strong and loving relationships. I am loved for how I love. I am appreciated for my efforts by those who understand the work I put into my relationships. And anyone who believes that their ability to communicate with me recklessly also means they should do so often discover than I too am capable of speaking asshole.


Confessions of a Tired Ass Mom

Oh, the joys of motherhood! Tiny hands gripping your own. Snaggled-tooth smiling faces. Sloppy loving kisses. The highest of the highs, being so loved. Motherhood definitely has its indescribable joys. And it’s secret horrors. Those secrets that you lock away in the deepest recesses of your mind. Like that “loving” touch from your strange uncle who came to town that one time.

These are secrets that we, mothers, do not share. We keep them to ourselves because we are ashamed we have them. Because the only thing the television shows is the joys, if we have horrors, something must be wrong with us.

Well, something’s very fucking wrong with me. Because, oh the horrors of motherhood! Crayon scribbled on clean walls. Red-faced crying in the middle of the store, complete with kicking feet that expose those socks you meant to throw away because it has more holes than cloth. Rolling eyes that you want to remove from their skulls. Oh, the fucking joys of real life.

Don’t get me wrong. I mostly love my children. They are almost the greatest blessings in my life. I kinda adore them a little bit. The rest of it, is the second level of hell. And my asshole burns. They make my asshole burn, little fucking hemorrhoids.

Like, my ten year old. He’s a fucking terror. A handsome, intelligent demon. He’s failed ELA (the new fancy label for English) and Reading all year. Alllll year. And when I say failed, I mean with a big fucking F. I’ve done parent-teacher conferences, homework checks, desk checks, email communication with the teacher, talked to the principal. Whole fucking year. F. And he cares not. Not at all. I’ve yelled, grounded, time-outted, taken privileges, taken everything… no fucking cares.

And that kinda shit isn’t even the worst of it. No, the worst so of it is the daily bullshit he puts me through. Like, incessant talking. Incessant talking while I’m reading. Incessant talking while I’m trying to have a conversation. About nothing. Just, talking. Or, doing some goofy shit for attention while I’m trying to pay attention to anything other than him.

I wonder how many other parents struggle not to tell their kids to shut the fuck up. Everyday. Is something really that wrong with me? Am I broken? Should I have been put on a Do-Not-Parent list? Maybe I’m just not cut out for this shit. I look forward to the future, 8 years from now, when I can put his ass out legally with no remorse. And he’s not even really a bad kid. Just fucking annoying!

Is annoyance justification for boot-camp? I don’t know. My mother, god love her, gets a kick outta my pain. Oh, the joys of revenge. When your children’s horrors are visited upon them when they become parents. She laughs and shakes her head. “That’s you” and “That’s what you get” and “You did that too”. I want to tell her to shut the fuck up. I mean, where’s the sympathy lady? I’m your child! You shouldn’t be finding pleasure in my pain.

I can’t wait until these boys become parents. And feel the horrors of parenthood. I pray their children are as good as they are, physically healthy, no real issues. Just… demons who talk too much. Monsters who beg for EVERYTHING! Who are always hungry except when you make their plate, then they are suddenly full, until there might be desert. Rodents with sticky fingers that love the feel of clean walls. Animals who eat at the table but leave more food on the floor than in their bellies. Aliens who never knock on your door but ewww when you come out the bathroom without a towel. Jerks who roll their eyes until you want to remove them. Oh, I can’t wait until it’s my turn to say “That’s you.”


Doth Thou Contradict Too Much

I chat with a lot of people. I attempt to be respectful of differing views and philosophies. I try to treat others the way I want to be treated. I’m usually successful.

My conversations with those who call themselves social conservatives always confuse me. Especially those who also deny evolution. I don’t think they notice that their “let them eat cake” social philosophy is Darwinian in nature. The ideal that those who can succeed, should and will and those who can not, should not and will not is the social version of survival of the fittest.

Survival of the fittest says that those who are strong enough to survive will procreate and those who are not will die off. What some are saying is they apply a scientific theory they do not support to society the best theory for humanity. So, how do you deny something you espouse? I don’t know, but many do it.

The same as some religious social conservatives who quickly quote the Constitution to uphold their rights to bear arms, and religious freedom unburdened by a cumbersome government entity also do not believe in marriage equality, abortion or secular schools teaching fundamental scientific theory. It’s a direct contradiction to their beloved freedom to use their beliefs to restrict the lives of others.

How is it that it’s okay for them to push christian beliefs and request religious tolerance all the while being intolerant to differing beliefs? I don’t know, seems to contradictory to be true to me. I think the truth is they do not want religious freedom, but christian freedom. They do not want to follow the Constitution but to interpret it in their own way and enforce it on everyone.

Every time I’m confronted by these obvious contradictions of beliefs, I think to myself “Doth thou contradict too much?” Perhaps the issue is that you do not know what you believe, or you want to excuse your beliefs, or want to make them seem less invasive by hiding them under rhetoric. Whatever the reason, I hear the truth you hide behind your “beliefs”.


It’s the ENDA of the World as We Know It

If you hadn’t heard the Employment Non-Discrimination Act or ENDA passed the Senate 64-32 on Thursday November 7, 2013. It is considered landmark legislation for Gay Rights and while it has no hopes of even seeing the light of day in the House of Representatives, it is cause for celebration.

It is also cause for reflection. I love to converse (if you couldn’t tell) and chatted with people about what this law meant and what it didn’t. Over and over I was confronted with “Do what you want to do, just don’t rub it in my face.” Translation: “I can not think about homo-oriented people without thinking about sex.”

Or “This law discriminates against Christians.” Translation: “This law discriminates against my right to discriminate!”

Let’s take a stroll down logic lane shall we?

This law stops employers from discriminating against a person in regards to their sexual orientation or gender identity. Last I checked, all people had a sexual orientation and gender identity. Therefore this law protects anyone who is heterosexual and homosexual and asexual and bisexual and try-sexual. Translation: ENDA protects everyone from being discriminated against based off of their sexual orientation and gender-identity.

I understand people have varying views on sexuality. I respect everyone’s right to feel how they feel. To hold any values they choose. I DO  NOT agree with holding YOUR values against another person. Laws should not favor any particular group.

And No, creating anti-discrimination laws does NOT provide favor, it provides equality. It sets standards of fairness.

Okay, correction… it does provide favors for a particular group… the group that does not believe in discrimination.


Majority of One: Strong Values and Loose Morals

I have been having a lot of interesting conversations lately. One of which revolved around a Facebook stat I posted. It read:

“FYI: There is no “majority”. You are the only You, therefore you are a minority seeking to validate your existence through group thoughts.”

I talked last week about the System of White Privilege  and it’s effects on society. It’s oppressive weight on every person within the structure and how it evolved.

When thinking about the operation of the system, you can not help but think about the individuals involved. I called them cogs. Individuals who are working as a unit, with or without their awareness, to operate the machine that is eating people alive. Thinking group thoughts as a unit.

I called racism a genetic defect. But that’s not the only defect we give them. We also give them the idea of “majority”. We tell them that if they outnumber another group, then they are in power. And power is good. Power is real good. We must keep the power by keeping the others from attaining any power. Any worth given to the others subtracts from our own. 

Perhaps this is why the system of white privilege works so well. Because the majority believe it to be truth, that white is right. If they are the majority, those who disagree are negated automatically to the role of minority and the value of their belief is diminished. Perhaps racism is only a by-product of the real issue… believing you are a majority.

I will never understand why some feel that their individual rightness must be off-set by someone else’s wrongness. Why do we feel the need to weigh ourselves against one another? To value ourselves against the worth of one another? Why can’t we simply all have our own individual Value?

I think it has a lot to do with people’s morals. Morality is an ideal. It is a belief. It is defined as not having tangibility, which means it lacks the ability to be universally measured by our 5 senses. Not taste, smell, hearing, touch, or vision. It’s a ghost… and illusion.

When people bring up other cultures and look down at their practices I always wonder what makes them feel so right. No, you may not understand why these people choose not to dress in clothes, but their nudity is not wrong. It is their culture, their way and well within the boundaries of their moral understanding.

What makes your morals better than theirs?

That’s why I have loose morals. I choose not to be so rigid in my belief of right and wrong. If I have not been in a particular situation I try not to judge anyone harshly. As I told my son, it’s better to admit your ignorance, than to hide behind it.

Yet, I seem to be the minority here. I read so many judgmental statements levied against groups of individuals the aggressor has never met personally. And before you bring up that one time at band camp, let me remind you that you have not met every person in the world.

Moral standards are very personal things. And just with the individuals who hold them, no two are exactly alike. Similar, sure. Exact, not at all.

This can be seen within the pro-life/pro-choice debates. While summarily, everyone in the pro-life category is anti-abortion, but when you dig a little deeper you will find diverging opinions on what it means to be anti-abortion. For some that may mean no abortions, no way, now how, never, uh-uh. For others it may mean no abortions unless the life of the mother is at risk. For a few it may mean no abortions unless the quality of the life of child is projected to be poor. It all depends. So, how can they all be the same?

I know it feels good to be a part of something larger than yourself. To not be alone. To not feel alienated. I get that. I know what it means to have morals. I hold quite a few moral beliefs myself. There is nothing sinister about morality… until you use it as a reasoning to infringe on the life of another.

No matter how large you may believe your majority to be, please understand, the opposing side believes they are majorly right as well.

If two wrongs don’t make a right… do two rights make a right?

I’m content being a woman of strong values (personal self-worth) and loose morals. I do not need anyone else to agree with me, my singular majority feels just fine. I do not need anyone else to be wrong for me to be right, my rightness is defined within me. My morals are my own. And they’re loose-fitting.


In-Difference

I understand that “different” is unnerving to some people. I said in a previous post that knowns are comforting and unknowns create discomfort. So when people are confronted with differences they become fearful and insecure about themselves. Suddenly everything they’ve ever known about their own existence is in question. They can not be “right” if someone else is “right” also. So instead of acquiescing and accepting the idea of multiplicities they deny all other alternatives. 

There is danger and fallacy in this type of belief, yet it is a state that many of us are trapped within. 

I wonder if anyone who participates in discrimination of a “different” group has ever thought about what their discriminatory behaviors says about themselves.

Let me tell you what it says to me…

It says that you are insecure. It says that you doubt yourself. It says you suffer from low self-esteem. It says you are not an individual. It says you are malleable and weak. It says you do not know or love yourself.

I’m not without biases. No one is. As humans our minds group things and people together and create relations. This is how we problem solve. This is how we think. So previous interactions with a particular group can naturally create an opinion about the entirety of the group. 1 + 1 = 2. 

Yet acting on that bias is something else. This is something we chose to do. Discrimination is a choice we make. Consciously, repetitively and ignorantly. 

When you mistreat a person based off of who you think they are, then you have done a disservice not just to that individual but more importantly and more detrimentally to yourself. You have just denied yourself knowledge. You have just stagnated your development. You have just shut the door on your own understanding. You shot yourself in the foot.

I saddens me when I find people barricaded behind their beliefs. People who miss out on opportunities to learn and love. Who miss out on love itself. And I always wonder how that person would feel if they were being discriminated against.

What if society suddenly decided that heterosexual males were no longer normative? What if you were denied a job because you were straight? What if your child was denied an education because they were white?

It is so very easy for those most prevalent in participating in a discriminatory culture to never imagine life as a “minority”. 

Oh, and by the way… there is no such thing as a minority. Last I checked, there were no sub-group of humans discovered, i.e, minorities only exist within the psychological deficit of those insecure about what being human means. 

We have to be careful not to cherry-pick among acceptable forms of discrimination. We have to be careful not to find any group acceptable of being discriminated against. Just as quickly as one may point a weapon, they may find themselves injured by a bullet. If we allow ANY discrimination then by default we allow ALL. There is no middle ground in a world filled with diversity and uniqueness. There will always be someone “different”. 

I pray, that one day the world discovers it’s heart. That one day we find it within ourselves to feel love without fear. Love of one another. Love of ourselves. 

I pray my children’s children read the history of us and shake their heads at our lack of understanding. I pray they close the book and walk out of their homes into a world that knows the illumination of compassion and respect. That all this bullshit and (self)hatred we are spewing becomes nothing more than a footnote in a history book.

I pray… because I’m afraid that my prayers are as close as I’ll ever get to seeing hatred end.

 

 


The Reality of the System of White Privilege

                I was born with a birth defect that caused my foot to be amputated when I was four. So I’ve worn a prosthetic device more than six times longer than I’ve had ten toes. Throughout the years, especially at a teenager, I lamented over not being able to wear high heels.

                I generally received three main reactions: ambivalence, disgust or pity. The ambivalence came from those who had never worn high heels themselves and never wanted to. If you have never worn or wanted to wear high heels then you would likely not understand why I would want to. It might seem a silly reason to be depressed. They are just shoes. There are other shoes that can be worn. It’s not like I can’t wear any shoes.

 The disgust came from those who had worn heels, thought them similar to medieval torture devices and never planned to repeat the experience. If you have worn high heels but hated them then you would likely not understand why I would want to. It’s a horrendous misadventure. Painful and hard to manage. Why ever would I want to do that to myself? I’m much better off never experiencing it.

The pity came from those who had worn heels, thought them the defining accessory of femininity and couldn’t imagine life without them. If you love high heels then you would feel as if I was losing something vital. You would think that my not being able to wear high heels would be worse than not having a foot to put it on. I might as well not even have a prosthetic. It’s not like I can walk comfortably or be a real woman in flats.

                Occasionally I would get a forth reaction… empathy. While the person may or may not have worn high heels, and they may or may not have enjoyed the experience, they acknowledged this bothered me. That acknowledgement meant a lot to me, it in and of itself was a comfort. It validated my feelings and allowed me to feel them without insecurity.

                Perception is reality. We perceive the world through our senses. These senses create a foundation for our personal experiences and are real to us as individuals. Each person’s reality is as unique to them as their fingerprints. It is complicated and difficult for us to step outside of our own realities into the reality of another. It is complex to have empathy and sympathy for their experiences. We understand our world as it appears to us. Therefore none of these reactions are the wrong reaction. Each must be understood and respected as a part of the individual’s personal reality. They simply feel the way they feel and my feelings are outside the boundaries of their experiences.

                “White Privilege” is being discussed in lectures at Universities, in books and across the internet. During discussions I usually come across those same three main reactions. Those who have never experienced being non-white and have never wanted to, do not understand. They don’t see it because they don’t have an experiential basis to understand. Non-whites who have never thought about it, never looked for it or experienced it first hand do not understand. They can not because they do not have the basis for understanding.

                There are some who feel like the term is racist. They are white and have experienced discrimination on a small scale. They were denied a job or entrance to a college or fraternity based on their race. The problem is not “white privilege” it’s discrimination and it happens to everyone. It’s wrong but calling it white privilege ignores white people who have been discriminated against. White people feel attacked and non-whites in this category use this term to attack whites. There is blame placed. Fingers pointed. Reparations demanded. This is a new civil war.

                Some white people feel guilt over what their ancestors did in the past. They pity non-white people who are the descendents of victims. In an effort to correct these past errors they sometimes over-correct. They lower the standards for non-whites trying to level the playing field. They pat heads and fight against injustices, lamenting the color of their own skin. Some non-white people feel pitiful. There is nothing they can do. The system is against them. The system is too large to fight. This is the evolution of slavery and the master won’t let them free.

                None of these reactions are wrong. They are founded in each individual’s personal experiences with discrimination. Their individual realities. There are some who move toward empathy. Those who are white who do not hate their own skin yet work to identify injustice and correct it. They do not believe that lowering the standards of non-whites is a way to create equality. They understand that the system of white privilege is so prevalent in our society that we all must work as one to destroy its foundations. Non-whites who have empathy toward white people and do not place blame on them. They know the system is at fault. They demand a level playing field, not pity. They work to destroy the system.

The first step is acknowledgement.

White or non-white if you can not acknowledge that the System of White Privilege is a Truth, then there is little you can do to destroy it. You can not work effectively if you are too far to the left or right. Or even if you are languishing in ambivalence, in the middle taking no sides save for your own. You can not fight what you can not see. You can not see what you are not willing to experience.

                I had an interesting dialogue on a BuzzFeed community page about white privilege. It listed 17 deplorable examples of white-blindness. Of white-sidedness. I would assume the author of the list fell under the category of disgust. They are angered at the system, striking out a white people for its creation. Demanding white people dismantle it and create equality for once and for all.

                The person I was messaging with did not deny discrimination. He had experienced it first hand and knew it was real. That discrimination was true. The words, though, that title of white privilege was not real. There was no such thing and calling it white privilege was a form of racism against white people. I would assume he was under the category of disgust as well, just on another end of the debate.

We went back and forth over a couple of days. Him, stating his disbelief, and me assuring him that he could not understand and that was okay. I do not expect white people to fully understand what is means to be non-white in a system of white privilege. I urged him to move toward empathy. Toward that idea that you may not experience it, yet the reality of another must still be acknowledged and respected.

He said he would have liked me to write something about white privilege… and so I am.

I am purposely using the term “System of White Privilege” to acknowledge the reality that some white people feel may feel attacked. I am purposely using the term “system” because I believe that is what it is. It is a systematic, structural, institutional, genetic racism. It is a system that was created by white people to benefit the race. Self preservation was something we all evolved with. There are not many who can simply cut themselves on purpose. Our hands shake, thoughts about negative consequences flood our minds, and we often place the knife down before any blood wells.

This is not cowardice and neither should anyone consider a white person’s aversion to white privilege as cowardice. It simply is their need to self preserve. If they openly acknowledge their privilege they are faced with the consequences. They must make a choice to either accept it as right or deny it as wrong. Then either work to maintain it or work to disrupt it. Knowledge is a burden.

 

The System of White Privilege was created before the United States united.

It began with the arrival of explorers to these once foreign lands. Lands that at the time of their arrival were filled with a kind of people they had never encountered. Native Americans as we now call them, are believed to have crossed the Bering Strait ice bridge over 20,000 years ago. So while some may argue that they are not themselves native to this land, they were at the very least here first.

                In school we are taught that in 1492 Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue. That he arrived in America and opened trade with the natives. It wasn’t until there were too many facts to dispute before the educational system acknowledged that he did not arrive in North America but in the Bahamas islands. His encounters with the Native people, we also discovered, was not as friendly. He enslaved the people he found. Not because they were hostile but because as his letters reveal, they were timid.

                I’m sure in his mind he was better than these people he found. They did not know God. They did not dress in clothes and many lived in small villages not grand cities. As one who was better than they, he treated them as he saw fit. As less than.

                This European privilege was carried over in the hearts of those who arrived later to settle in North America. They were bringing God and saving these savages souls. They did not believe that these Natives were equal. They definitely were not greater and therefore defaulted to being less.

                As time progressed and oppression continued and extended to African people brought over as slaves this European privilege was the foundation of how this growing country worked. They would not have been able to be good people and enslave their equals. And they were good people, so these others were not their equals. Their perceptions created this reality.

                European privilege became white privilege. It evolved from a dark reality based on individual preservation to a System of Superiority to preserve the whole race. The reality of this country was that white people were better than those who were not white. Therefore those who were not white did not have to be treated with fairness. If they were not equal they could be mistreated, and better yet, were not threats to the expansion of the power of white Europeans.

The system has affected every aspect of this country.

From education to media to community design. In schools we are taught the history as it was written by the conquerors. In the media these ideals are subconsciously relayed. White is good. Non-whites are almost human. Communities of mostly non-white people are slums and ghettos filled with lazy dangerous people. I’ve been asked if I’ve ever seen anyone shot every time I tell a group of suburbanites that I’m from Detroit.

                I don’t blame these folks because I know that if something tragic happens in Inkster the news reporter is likely to say “Metro Detroit” and if something great happens on Livernois and Davison you probably won’t hear about it. Perception is reality, right? So violence and excess is perceived because of the way Detroit is portrayed. Therefore it must be real, even though it’s not true.

                It’s not only white people who bolster the system of white privilege, non-whites do it as well. Youth growing up in Detroit have been told over and over again what being a black youth means. They have been told what a black youth looks and sound like. And have been told that anything other than that means they are not black. In order to honestly identify themselves as black youths they must conform to the societal ideal of what being black means.

                 In order for us to dismantle the System of White Privilege we have to begin by acknowledging that our realities may not be true. We have to be willing to look at how we view, not just each other, but more importantly ourselves.

If you are white (or identify as such) and feel that you are better than anyone else based off of what history or media has told you about being white I do not blame you. I do blame you if you feed into these false realities, call them truth and refuse to listen empathetically to those who do have not shared your experiences.

If you are white and have crossed the street because a group of non-white teenage boys are walking toward you, I understand but still blame you. I blame you for not recognizing that you are crossing the street not because you’ve been terrorized by a group of non-white teenagers but because society has told you these boys mean you harm and you gave in to that fear.

If you are white and you have said that you have a black/brown/blue friend and therefore can not be accused of any kind of color discrimination, but have never checked yourself to see if you are comfortable being their friends because they exhibit white acceptable characteristics or self hatred, I blame you.

If when confronted with the system of privilege this society malnourished within you fall back on exclamations of crimes being levied unfairly against your people yet you have never consciously reviewed your own biases, I blame you.

Guilt is a powerful thing.

I used to feel guilty about being proud of my heritage. I felt like saying I was proud to be black was like saying I agree with the stereotypes of blackness. That I listened to rap music and carried a bridge card with pride. This kind of self hatred is a genetic disorder passed down from generation to generation of children born in this vicious system. The reality that you had to pick a side…white or black. That you could not be a real black girl and listen to rock and roll and like it or you could not be a real black girl and speak properly. Or that if you were a real black girl, you had to understand that whiteness is proper and should be strived for.

                We are not only separate but we are not equal. We segregate ourselves within the confines of our individual realities, terrified to leave its comforts. The known is safe. The unknown is dark and scary. We feel that we are better or worse than the others, than those outside our experiences. Those who have never known or gotten close to knowing what it is like to be us. Our perceptions are our realities and we are not letting go in search of truth. I blame everyone who exists within that ideology. Everyone who believes there is a right side and a wrong side and that they are obviously on the side of right.

                I told the person I was messaging that one of the reasons I love science is because the very foundation of it is uncertainty. It is the idea that we only know so much, that more can be known, may be known or may never be known. That the right answer is only right, right now. That tomorrow with new information we may discover ourselves wrong. That we accept this uncertainty and never become entrenched in being the right one, yet the one always seeking to know more.

                This System of White Privilege is a reality that has no foundation in truth. If we look back through time we see that other civilizations arose and fell without one white person inside the walls. This means that the system itself is false. Those who choose ignorance over knowledge, disbelief over acceptance, ambivalence or disgust over empathy are actively playing right into the system. They are the cogs keeping the machine moving. Without those parts the entire machine itself will fail.

                This is not a request for white people to feel guilt. This is not a call to arms for non-whites. As my son so eloquently put it at five years old, “there are no white people or black people, only brown people.” We are all shades of brown. The lightest of light browns to the darkest. We are all humans, each and every deserving of respect and understanding. And if you can not understand because it is beyond your personal reality, then respect and empathy. The system is not too big to fight because the system is made up of each and every one of us. It is a genetic defect within each and every one of us, played out in large and small ways.

The only way then to destroy it is to approach this as we could any other scientific discovery. Acknowledge that at one time it was the right answer based of the knowledge that was had. That time and additional information has shown that this is no longer the right answer. There is no guilt, only revelation. Utilizing this new information we must change the way to interact and intersect. We must consciously check our biases at the door. Not share them with our off-spring. Not work inside the system. Not hide from discriminatory actions, but expose them. Not get angered at them, but empathetically correct them.

                If all white people are not prejudiced against non-whites, and all non-white people don’t secretly (or openly) hate whites for a history no one can change… then we already have a lot of common ground to move on from. And there are already enough of all sides to move forward.


I Obviously Pulled A Muscle

Today I was asked what was I thinking when I found out I had a chronic illness. I answered, “I figured I’d die at an early age, leaving my children behind and my family with the expenses of my burial. I still figure that.”

She said I was being negative. I told her I was being realistic. Because realistically in the United States of America if you can not afford health insurance and you become ill, you may die.

Let’s just say it. Let’s stop pussy footing around with statistics that muddy the waters and terrify anyone who failed Stat 101.

“Sorry ma’am but the treatment you need costs $100,000 and as you are not insured we require ten percent up front. And since you are working poor, you can’t afford it, so we’re just going to push your wheelchair into on-coming traffic and save you a slow excruciating death.”

Might as well. Because if you are cursed with a disease that takes regular treatment and observation to keep you living and you don’t have the funds to pay for it, a ride into traffic may be the blessing you need.

It’s kinda sad too, just how many people (let me say healthy people because I’ve never gotten this argument from someone ill) will try to argue me up and down about why this country needs SOCIALIZED MEDICINE. Yup, I said it. In all caps too.

Again, realistically if I go to the ER you healthy tax-paying-socialism-hating individuals are paying for it anyway! Mmhmm, you see that exorbitant bill to remove your bunion? That was from my last visit. Thanks for covering it by the way.

I just want to know why your money is more valuable than my life. Is it because I’m black? Because I’m a woman? Because I shouldn’t have “caught” Lupus? Because I’m slender? Because I was born in Detroit? I mean, really, what the hell makes my life worth less?

I remember years ago I started having seizures. I was uninsured, newly employed and rushed from my job in an ambulance. The hospital picked me up by the ankle, shook me, and when nothing fell out they told me I obviously just pulled a muscle and sent me home.

Obviously. Because everyone convulses when they pull a muscle.

My second trip to an ER happened the next day, right from my doctor’s office. Because obviously I pulled another muscle.

I was admitted for some days (I was really high) and sent home again. My diagnosis… being broke.

I was lucky enough to get back to work and get insured. And then I was unlucky enough to lose my job and my pretty insurance card.

And it doesn’t just happen to poor people. Nope, anyone can be fired. Anyone can lose their health insurance without a warning. Anyone can become gravely ill and be forced to make choices that I make on a daily basis… just how sick am I?

Am I about to die? No? Then stay home and tough it out. Is that medication going to save my life in the next twenty minutes? No? Then save the money and tough it out. Is the doctor going to give me the winning numbers to tonight’s lottery drawing? No? Then find a doctor who will. In the mean time, tough it out.

I know it’s very easy to be judgmental inside of health insured bubbles. Just like the nice lady at my job. She figured if I didn’t have a college degree it was because I was lazy. Not at all that I was fighting every day just to be well enough to work enough to feed myself. And that while going to school and getting a degree is on my agenda… it’s kinda behind clothing my children. And that while yes, I should pay for health insurance… it’s also extremely expensive to be young and sick in the great (insert sarcasm here) US of A.

She said, “why should the government be involved in health care?” (Did I mention I work for a Home Health Care agency and our primary payer was Medicare) Any who, let me end this by telling you what I told her…

What is the point of a government if the people its governing are dead?


A New Way to Settle Debts

I received a friendly call from a creditor today. She politely requested I pay a specified amount of money a month. I politely declined stating it wasn’t feasible with my current financial situation and counter-offered at a lower amount I could afford. She rudely declined. I laughed and reminded her that “something is better than nothing”. She replied by hanging up.

I came to an epiphany at that moment. I’ve decided that since my inability to pay is a forced situation created because of the current environment that was designed by “people” (aka corporations) who have waaaay more money that I will ever have (unless I hit the lottery, which means I’d have to play, which means I’d have to willing sacrifice a dollar on the slim possibility that I’ll recoup my loss… on second thought I’ll never hit the lottery) I’m going to officially forward all of my debt over.

So, Visa, apologies. You have not been paid because Bank of America’s interest rates are too high. Please see them for recourse. Medical facilities, apologies. You have not been paid because pharmaceutical companies can’t stand to reduce prices. Please see Pfizer for recourse. Dear Educational Facilities, you have not been paid because there are no jobs available for the degrees you’re selling. Yes, selling. Please see Congress for recourse.


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