Being in my twenties, I realize being black is exactly what I am.
All storytellers, writers, script interpreters, and directors of all race deserve a chance to fail, but also a chance to succeed.
At our core, our worldviews were profoundly incompatible.
Something happened at a friend’s place the other day, and it made me super uncomfortable.
One of my Caucasian friends called another friend of Asian ethnicity a ‘banana’. ‘You’re yellow on the outside but white on the inside’, he explained.
“If you can rationalize and come to terms with the far greater atrocities committed by Europe and the United States of America, then I have to call into question your scathing reaction to Castro.”
Today, I am aware that I am black. No longer can I hide inside the race protectant bubble I unfortunately built for myself growing up. Today I am aware that, like many others who don’t fit the Trump “formula”, I am being watched more. Today I am fully aware of the horrifying racism and discriminatory hate trying to divide our country.
“The burden of the brutalized is not to comfort the bystander.”
I challenge you to stop asking, “What are you?” and start asking, “Who are you?”
Would my life be a heck of alot easier if I was white, of course? Would it be easier for me to have gone to a historically black university; probably. However, you can’t just retreat into your own race forever. That’s what I wish people would understand.
“Gender inequality is not our culture, it is a tradition. Traditions can change. They should change. If traditions never changed then America would still have slavery.”