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Pro-Racism

Pro-Racism

Accordingto McIntosh (1990), white privilege is like an invisible bag, endowedto the Caucasians, and it is stashed with blank checks, maps, tools,visas, clothes and codebooks, among other special provisions neededfor a comfortable life. I am a 24-year-old multi-racial universitystudent of Cherokee/ Creek, Irish, English, and black ancestry. Justlike my parents, and grandparents, I identify myself as black. I grewup in Houston, Texas. I was a naïve girl who thought that racism wasoutdated. My family consisted of three boys and four girls, and I wasthe darkest among my siblings.

Duringthe fourth grade, I experienced a racism incident. I remember the daybecause I got into an argument with a white girl. At the end of thedispute, she said, “Inany case, I am not as black as you are. I am more intelligent and Ican spare no time for arguing with you.” Besides, I recall the teacher’s intervention. She did not referto it as prejudice despite that the avowal directly inferred that shewas brighter than I was because she was white. The instructor neverreprimanded the girl for her intolerant statement. Instead, shepunished both of us after the lesson.

Evenafter the incident, I remained inexperienced about the attitude ofthe whites towards colored people. I believed that my classmates andneighbors could not be racists. The girl`s comments hurt me, but Iwas too naive to understand the avowal as bigotry. Nevertheless, myself-confidence was hurt substantially. She made me feel weak andunintelligent, just because I was black and she was white.

Duringmy preliminary years on campus, I interacted with white students,especially, the boys. I felt the need to detach myself from “blackpeople.” As I grew up, my self-image was dejected by hearing things such as“darkie”and other extemporaneous remarks about individuals who were as “blackas night.”In fact, I did not feel beautiful at all. Instead, I supposed thatbeing white or light skinned was the only way to be attractive. Ifelt miserable because of my skin color to the point that I couldpray and look forward to the day I would wake up with a light skin. Specifically, I was inspired by the fact that I was in an honorsstudent group, which was full of white members. Consequently, I feltit was essential to hang around them. After a while, I came torealize that this was an excuse. My friend, Tisha, invariably keptthe company of people of color despite being a part of elite group.

May2014 marked my turnaround time as I was jogging in the morning. Awhite man approached me in a white truck that had a well-displayedConfederate flag. Since I was running against the traffic, I wassure that a blatant deed was about to occur. The man leaned on hiswindow with the middle finger raised upwards, spat, and bellowed then-word.

Undeniably,I could not go down without a fight. I responded, &quotOhsurely, you fraidy-cat, why don’t you get out of the car and saythat to my face.”Instead of getting out, he sped off. The act instigated my thoughtsabout pro-racism, and I realized how many people suffered insults,just as I did. I imagined the number of “pleasant”white individuals who were pure racists. After the event, I cast-offany remarks about beautiful dark girls as compliments. Instead, I amlikely to curse back at such statements.

Thankfully,I am no longer a pro-racist. I have fully embraced the fact that I amblack and love black men too. As a social justice warrior, I have nointention to remain unobtrusive around my experiences withpro-racism. I believe that bigotry is real, and it shapes every dayof my life. Furthermore, by ignoring such experiences, I join thesystem that has allowed social injustices to remain embedded in themodern civilization. The only way to change the upshot and collectionof pro-racism is by talking about it, despite the associated painfulexperience.

References

McIntosh,P. (1990). White privilege: Unpacking the invisible knapsack.WellesleyCollege Center for Research on Women.Retrieved from

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