Solipsis
Solipsis
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

So crazy I don’t know where to start. This really is white masochism in its purest form — so groveling, so melodramatic, so patronizing it could not have been written by someone in full possession of their faculties. And what should be understood is that, ironically, even though you say white folks need to stop making it about them, this is all about you. The raw ostentation, flaunting your feelings and your guilt, displaying your virtue and the plight of “the oppressor” — it’s one hundred percent you, and it’s totally unbearable. The thing is, you don’t need to learn how to escape the perspective of being white. You need to escape your own mind. White people are not broken. You are broken.

There are different ways of being bad in the world. Some people look for victims. They seek out vulnerability and wait for the opportune moment to get control. They inflict damage on others either intentionally or as a matter of course —” I want something you have, and I’m gonna hurt you to get it if need be.” Then there are those who are damaged , and want to damage others because misery needs companions. Then there are those who are horribly damaged, unable to admit it to themselves, and unable to escape themselves they project that brokenness onto others and the world as a whole. They make their children subject to it. They do it everyone around them. But you see, it’s not me, it’s this treacherous world. I’m just a good leaf in a bad pond!

You think it’s off limits for a white woman to think of a black woman as a sister and express that? But that just shows the distance between you and your friend, who is clearly a racist. True friends can express their bond through any terms, and do not have racial ideas barring them from being real in each other’s company. I know, because I’ve had real friendships. Never had to watch what I say around those people, because friendship is above race. Real friends see each other as individuals. If there’s a racial dynamic to the friendship, that means the people in it are, to put it bluntly, shallow as fuck. Take it from a person who has befriended all races. Hooray for me. Kumbayah.

You succeeded here, because I do feel sorry for you. I think that was the underlying purpose of this piece. To make other people feel sorry for you. And if you truly feel that much guilt for stuff you didn’t do, that is burdensome, and I don’t envy you much.

Friendship is deeper than racial politics, and you clearly have issues that are deeper than racial politics. I encourage you to seek a better avenue for healing your wounds — for your daughter’s sake. I think you’ll learn to see beyond these things into the true nature of reality once you exit your own head. But I can’t stay quiet while you suck people into this racial paracosm where it seems everyone’s worst instincts reign supreme.