Because of my ambiguous skin tone, I am often taken for races other than Latin; I've been called everything from black to Korean to Hawaiian. This amuses me now, but in years past I considered it vital, a survival mechanism. My mother was obsessed with the idea that I needed to "pass" in white society by any means necessary to ensure my future
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I remember being hypersensitive to insults against my friend who was missing a limb. I can still recount the cruel things girls said about her when we were eleven. But somehow I wasn't as sensitized to the cruel things people were saying about Latinos, and I'm sorry: I wish I had been braver and more awake.
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this struck me as odd. no one that i have ever known of in my family EVER owned slaves. not a one. my family is mostly irish, which people seem to forget that the irish were considered "white niggers" and were treated much the same. the other part of my family is german and people go "OMG NAZI!" and i feel like slapping them because my great opa bombed his own home town AGAINST the nazis!
and to be perfectly honest, here in texas.. at least here in my part.. i see more people of color being racist because "they need to remember who they are and what happened to them" than not. i hate when ANYONE says the N word. i don't care what the color of your skin. you shouldn't want to own a word like that.
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Sometimes, because we are all human, we contract foot-in-mouth disease as I like to call it and we say stupid, stupid things.
I think just acknowledging that, owning up to our fallibilities and such is probably one of the best steps into unlearning racism, of any kind, institutional, internal, whatever.
We will fuck up. But mistakes are for learning from.
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Last year, I wrote about a prominent lady at the temple whom I caught making a racist statement. It took every ounce of courage I had but I called her on it, and I have to give her credit--she owned it and apologized for it right away.
We've actually gotten closer since then, and she gave me some terrific advice and a place to vent when I was upset over some bad behavior by my in-laws. It was an important lesson for me, too; if I condemn someone outright because of a momentary misstep I could be missing out on a possible friendship.
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