#race issue

A latina girl finds out that the father who left when she was young wasnt her biological father. Her biological father was black. She’s an adult, and just found out that she’s half-black because it wasn’t abundantly clear in her skin color. Is it messed up for her to apply for a few scholarships for black students?

I thought about starting this blog after watching the movie (which by the way I recommand to everybody!) : “Dear White People”.  The movie tells the story of an escalating racial tensions at a fictitious, prestigious Ivy League college from the perspective of several African American students. Among them is Samantha White a media arts major who’s hosting a radio show called “Dear White People” in which she is criticizing white people and the racist transgressions at the Ivy League college.

 While watching this movie, something interesting happened to me that made me realise how, from the United States to Europe black people encounter similar experiences with white folks. I was sitting on the couch in the common room of my international residency when my french and japanese friends passed by behind me. The french friend stopped without me noticing and was about to touch my hair when my thai friend told me to stop his move. I turned back and told him “don’t fucking touch it ! Am I a pet to you ?”. He just laughed, saying he didn’t touch it but was only “pretending he was going to”. He laughed again, without taking in consideration how pissed I was.

Some people might think : “why is she getting so angry at such a childish thing ?”, “what’s wrong with a friend touching your hair?”. To those people I’ll answer this : have my hair for one day.

See the picture above ? My hair are very similar. I always tied them in a bun shape on the top of my head. And here the routine starts. Everyday, someone wants to touch my hair. Friends, people I barely know or just met, adults, old people, children, teenagers, girls, boys... Everybody ! They’d stare first, and then either ask me if they can touch it or would try without even asking. What people notice first when they meet me is either my height (1.50 meters) or my hair. People are litteraly obsessed with my hair (or should I say with black people’s hair?). And even if I keep saying “no”, “don’t touch it”, “stop”, most of them would just ignore me and try. My friends (mostly white), after years and years of saying “NO”, keep trying, keep asking. Even if I make myself clear by telling them that I never ask them a thousand time if I can touch their hair so they would understand how stupid that is, keep trying. And when I tell them that they often reply “yes but your hair are funny/special/look soft” etc. As if that was enough to justify their request. I am not a pet. My hair are part of my body like my chest, my face, my legs, my arms.

Dear White people, what if I come to you and ask to touch your chest, your genitals because : “it looks soft/funny/special”, because “I never saw this kind of thing before” ? Don’t tell me that those parts are more “important” than my hair. It is the same. You are not an object that I can touch as I wish. My hair are a part of me as important as any other. And it is rude of you to keep asking to touch it when you know someone hates it, or touch it without asking. It is rude and not respectuous. 

So remember :

BLACK PEOPLE ARE NOT OBJECTS. NEITHER ANIMALS YOU CAN PET. 

Cut me in half and look at me from the inside out- when you see me bleed are you going to have the nerve to tell me my blood isn't red?

That the eyes we can both clearly see aren't brown? Or that my hair isn't curly?

You don't need to actually cut me in half to know that my blood will run red. Never needing to debate if my eyes are brown and the spring coils that grow from my head will always be curls- we never correct the things we can see and understand.

I am Irish Russian Bohemian and Black

So why is it that I am always feeling put on trial when it comes to my identity as a multicultural female?

Is it because my skin is 4 shades too yellow to be pure and 5 shades too bright to be called "dark?"

I am black and white and when I tell you this please don't ask me which one I am-

By doing that you're asking me me to rip myself in half, crumple like paper, throw it over my shoulder losing half of myself

By asking me to pick between my privileged half and my currently suffering half you're asking me to either admit privilege is a lie or be okay with living in fear- be okay with occasional arrogance due to ignorance or be perfectly aware but hateful for it.

I am not a cloth that can be cut into whatever you're wanting my to be at any given time

I am not a puppet with strings for you to control or an actress with a script

You're neither my master nor director

And I'm tired of feeling guilty for knowing that- tired of either being witness or suspect. Sometimes I want to be a bystander- nobody cares for the bystander

But instead I'm sitting up here on the stand pleading my case because you call seem to believe I'm somehow to blame for your failure to understand that my two races can coexist in one body.

When checking boxes i have decided to be "other"

When asked my ethnicity I laugh at the way people flinch when I say "mixed"

By being one I am not discrediting one; let me make that clear

I am aware that Black and white have not always played nice, but let me be honest

If you're upset I decide to not just be black you're no better than the 1950s governments "pass" rules

I am aware of what my possible ancestors went through, some of them marched with Martin Luther King for things like me to exist

My presence in this world hasn't always been accepted- time after time rejected and I'm sick of not being allowed to be proud of it

Nit-picked for not judging it- questioned because apparently "mixed" isn't a race

People like myself are in a frustrating place because we get sideways glances for claiming to be what we are because it makes people uncomfortable

Because being just white is better than mixed

Because being just black is better than mixed

Trump being in office has statues a race war and I think people are expecting me to choose a side and fight the other

I don't understand why it matters because when you tell me it's time to start fighting- you'll see half of me winning and my blood run red

I mean it's not discourse as much as I was rereading Asunder again and you get to the part where Cole's mother was Chasind (a dark-skinned tribal people from the Wilds) and it just makes me S I G H that in-game Cole is blond-haired, blue-eyed barely twenty murder man. And how I really don't think his reception in the fandom would have been as great as it is if they had depicted his as a half chasind murder man. Even in-game he'd probably have been treated badly because no one likes the "wild folk Chasinds"

Which just makes me think of Vivienne and how she was treated dirty because of her race, but that's a whole other can of worms

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Alien: Friend Jonathan? *looking at the Earth news*

Human: Hm? What is it?

Alien: I thought there was only one form of intelligent organic life on your planet. What is this about the "Klu Klux Klan" group and them protesting against "blacks"?

Human: Oh... Y-yeah. There is only one. But our ancestors treated our other ancestors as completely different people. Labeling them and segregating them based by the color of their skin and where they're from. A-... A lot of violence happens when you separate us like that.

Alien: Isn't that normal of intelligent species though? To be afraid of the unknown?

Human: Yeah, I guess... Remember that second world war that I told you about?

Alien: Oh yes!That Hitler person who led one of the countries that lost! Are you telling me your kind still hasn't learned from your "holocaust"?

Human:... Most of our kind has learned... But...

Alien: But some people are stubborn?

Human: ...yeah...

Alien: But your race has great access to information and communication. And achieved so faster than my own kind! How come there is still violence in such a fast learning species? Why-

Human: *whom is a queer black man* BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE JUST WANT TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN!

Alien: *is surprised by the outburst of their friend* ...I-I am sorry, Friend Jonathan. I didn't realize such a topic was a sensitive matter. Are-...Are you okay?

Human: I'm fine, Larx! *is clearly not*

 By Mona Chalabi

The Guardian

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/feb/26/white-culture-statistics-vegetables-alcohol?CMP=fb_gu

 *Trechos que me chamaram a atenção:

Now I live in the United States, a country that is 61% white. Non-whiteness is much more visible here, and suddenly the contrast of whiteness is too. But I’m still struggling to make the shift from my previous mindset, where white is the default, the presumed, the baseline. You don’t notice normalcy; you see the deviations from it. So the word “white” could always be hopped over as an adjective.

Now, “white” still feels like an absence: an absence of color, an absence of food that is “different” and an absence of a mum who pronounces your name differently from the way your friends do. But if my friend can use “white” as an adjective, then what exactly are they describing? What is white culture, exactly?

I decided to find out by asking the questions that I and many other non-white people have been asked over and over again. I looked for answers in data.

Q: What do white people eat? A: Vegetables.

The only thing that white people seem to love more than vegetables is dairy. 

That same study also found that white Americans are four times more likely than black Americans to live in a census tract that has a supermarket.

Q: What do white people drink? A: Alcohol.

 “Are Jews White?”

 Remember Amanda? I mentioned her earlier – she’s my colleague with the contempt for guitars. In 2015, she interviewed black psychologists to ask their opinion about Rachel Dolezal, a white academic who purposely misrepresented herself as an African American.

“For white [American] youth, who are disconnected from European heritage or legacy, it often feels like whiteness as a concept is empty,” Thomas added in a quote that has really stuck with me. It seems to tie together some disparate thoughts I have had on “white” as an adjective.

Dolezal was treated as if she were a “bizarre” outlier, but she’s part of a much bigger pattern of white behavior.