Isn't it a lovely day for Hatred?

Dec 06, 2004 11:00

Recently, I heard from a friend that someone had called me a White-hater. Now, this is an easy conclusion to come to since it is something I seem to say a lot. But no one gets on me when I say I hate four-legged pets or corn or deer or Maine. Maybe this is because people realize in these cases that it is just a superlative to express a dislike. Admittedly, I overuse the term "hate." It's a fault I own up to. What this does change is that I don't hate White people. However, just because I don't hate White people, it doesn't mean that I like any or all of them. Since I come in contact with more White people everyday than I really care to, that means I also dislike a lot more White people and notice more readily when they piss me off. If you've ever read my journal before, you probably know that White people piss me off a whole lot. I might dislike a lot of White people by virtue of their whiteness or because of other causes and they're White too. I don't know. I am race prejudices, but as far as racism goes, it would also mean that I'm race preferenced toward White people, as Internalized Racist Oppression reinforces that me and mine are not good or whole and that White people are the norm. That's also a Cultural Racism bit.

There are plenty of days when I actually wished that I did hate White people, it would make my life so much easier. If I could just hate y'all, I'd spend a lot less energy why the majority of you still don't get it. However, my IRO continually teaches me that "anyone can do a complete 180." Now, when the fact of the matter is that so many of you have difficulty making a complete 45, this is not true and my personal investment in wanting to see y'all succeed, ergo support me, makes me all too willing give 5th-10th chances instead of just seeing its not going to happen any time soon. For this I'd like to thank the institutions that oppress me, God, the Academy and fucked up White people, like you. Racism totally rocks: Alive and Kickin' Tour 2k4!!! My point is two-fold: The legacy of racism itself actually prevents me from holding any sort of longterm hatred of White people and it'd just be too draining to hate my teachers, my roommates, my religious professionals, my friends, my bankers, my salespeople, my transporters, those who give me money, provide for my "safety," my doctors, pop artists, the boys I find cute, etc. everyday. I don't really have the option of not coming into contact with White people everyday; and God-willing, believe me I would try to find a way. An angry queer Youth of Color needs a space that is genuinely accepting and safe every now and then. I don't fucking get the strength to carry on in this das überfucked up world from nowhere.

Hatred is so simple and so easy for those who actually have power and privilege in society. Being a person who institutionally possesses neither, it would just take far too much energy to hate the people with whom I've developed some interesting type of Stockholm Syndrome (I learned that from "The Simpsons" yesterday). I can't help but think to actually be a White-hater might arouse in me a feeling of ecstacial bliss at finally being in control of my justified feelings of anger at, betrayl by and genuine fear of White people. But alas, thank you to racism and White people for keeping me in check.

I hate school. Young Racist Unitarian Universalists, yes, indeed. "...And don't call me a racist!" Since none of the White liberal UU youth are those. Also a good book that I recommend reading.
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