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If I were black.

I would hate white people.

I would hate them with fire and brimstone in my belly. And I would have VERY good reasons for my hatred.

Funny thing is, most people of color that I’ve ever interacted with don’t hate anyone.

Anger might be present. Frustration, sure. Mistrust, absolutely.

All justifiable if you ask me.

You have no empathy or compassion for others. You cannot imagine what your life might be like without your privileged status. You cannot feel the trauma that has been passed down through generations — losing your homeland, your family tree, the knowledge of that home bastardized and stolen, rewritten to make you appear as an uncivilized cave dweller.

You don’t get it. You don’t want to know what colonization did to Africa. Or what the kidnapping and selling of human beings did to those who were shoved into ships stacked on top of one another — only to land and be paraded in chains for sale to the highest bidder like livestock.

You don’t get it.

You don’t understand what it must have felt like to live through that brief moment after the civil war where men of color head office, voted and worked for actual pay; only to have that all stripped away by Jim Crowe laws.

You don’t understand.

What seeing lynchings, the open casket of Emmett Till and the little girls murdered at church in an inferno, does to people while no one is ever punished for these crimes.

You can’t imagine

Having the National Guard come and forcibly move the governor aside to allow passage for your children into school. Or being sprayed with a firehose for sitting at a damn lunch counter or daring to drink from a water fountain.

You don’t get it and I don’t expect you to get it.

White people have NOT been oppressed in this country. White people have been SPOILED.

Extending fairness and justice for all people in this country does not make white people oppressed.

There is no such thing as “reverse racism.”

Talk about the other side of the coin?!

Yeah, how about we do that?

Let’s talk about black people the way we talk about white people for a fucking change? How about when a black kid gets in trouble we REFRAIN from murdering him or her in the god damn street.

Think we could give that a try?!?

Maybe we start saying that it’s mental illness that caused them to hurt someone else instead of — “bad parents, ghetto, naturally more violent, blah blah blah…”

You want to talk the other side of the coin?

LETS —

Lets talk about THEIR CONTRIBUTIONS to society.

Lets talk about THEIR RESOURCEFULNESS.

Lets talk about THEIR INNOVATIONS, COMMUNITY EFFORTS and seemingly BOTTOMLESS WELL OF FORGIVENESS.

Lets talk about THEIR VOICES, THEIR HEARTS, THEIR MINDS.

THEIR POETRY.

THEIR STRENGTH.

THEIR BEAUTY.

Lets talk about THEIR SUSTAINABILITY.

We could learn a lot. A LOT.

If we talked about them as they actually are — HUMAN BEINGS — instead of how we have treated them.

Imagine that.

I can imagine if I were black and my life was full of the constant invalidating bullshit the black CITIZENS of this country have to deal with, I would be so fucking tired. And all I would want is to be seen for who I am, accepted and respected as a person of value.

As soon as I saw that, I imagine my anger would cool and I could start my long, painful journey to healing.

I am not that great a person. I am not as strong as to resist the temptation to hate those who are indifferent toward me. But I can imagine if I lived my life feeling hated, I would be so fucking tired of hate, I wouldn’t have the time for it.

I don’t know the truth about how black Americans feel inside, because I am not black. But I can imagine. And I can speak about the people I’ve interacted with. And I can tell you without hesitation or reservation that ALL THE HATRED you are talking about IS NOT coming from THEM to us.

It is the other way around.

Get a clue.