Both Black people and White people, not to mention Latinos and Asians and the rest of the rainbow, all commit crimes daily. Many of them are racially driven, not just the White-against-Black ones that currently splash the headlines.
It occurred to me the other day that I love clinging to a sense of anonymity when I write, straying away from vast commentaries on my life or intimate personal details.
My question to you is a plain one: Do you think after reading the feedback, what you wrote was wrong in the sense that it took one experience with one person from one culture and made a generalization about an entire culture based on that?
But of course that is exactly the insidiousness of racism – that it is present even in our positive attributions of individuals and communities.
No, I don’t straighten my hair to fit in, I straighten it because it’s way easier to manage than leaving it natural.
Because well… racism.
There is a positive side and a negative side and I would be remiss to pretend that being black is all glitter and gold, because it’s not.
The attention that my hair gets can range from the deeply obliged to the unwarranted.
When you grow up the only dark kid on your block, the only dark kid in your class, the only dark kid at Miss Ellodee’s ballet studio, you grow up knowing everything isn’t everything.
Majoring or taking a class in black studies does make you an expert in all things black. I live this every day. I don’t just stroll into a classroom.