I love all people. I really do. I don’t care where you’re from, how much money you have, don’t have, who you call God or don’t, rather you swing to the left, right, or at all, rather you like boys, girls, hell like them both. I certainly don’t care what race box you check on job applications, leave it blank for all I care. Needless to say, I don’t care how people identify themselves in terms of class, religion, politics, sexuality, and race. I can get along and work with just about anybody given that they’re not evil. However, even with that said there are seven white people I just can’t with anymore.
Now, I’ve been going to school and working with Anglos (a.k.a white people) since I was a little boy. Yes, I realize Anglos imply that one is of British descent, but I like to refer to white people as Anglos because it makes my heart smile. Any who, I’ve experienced a lot of different white folks. Thankfully, there are white people out there who are aware of racism, their privilege, and do use it for good. Sadly, on the other end of the spectrum are white people who are about as aware as Hitler at the Million Man March. These particular Anglos need to be checked and stopped. Lord Jesus I have rolled my eyes, clutched my pearls, fake smiled and nodded at these unaware white folks. In my best Eliza Dushku voice from Bring It On “Be, be be aware!”
I’m not suggesting these white people apologize for being white. That’s dumb. They can’t help being born white any more than I could help being born black. Don’t apologize for your golden ticket, just stop making asinine questions like “Did you go to school?” or thinking “He speaks so well” is or was ever a compliment. Stick a fork in me I’m done.
So, in no particular order I decided to profile and list out the seven different white people I just can’t with anymore. To the white people who don’t prescribe to any of the below straight fuckery and are actually aware, please continue, and I thank you. But to the white people who are about to read about themselves, you’re so unaware you probably don’t think this article is about you.
Make no mistake by the label, ain’t nothing innocent or cayute about this Anglo. I label this white person as Bambi because of their deer in headlights facial expressions and perpetual states of shock and surprise when they encounter a black person that has obtained anything more than a GED. Add fulltime to the conversation and they’ll have a heart attack guaranteed. Throw in a present and good father in the mix and be sure to have their eulogy on deck.
The White Panther
While I do commend this white person for taking an interest in black culture, but merely 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. I don’t care how many Maya Angelou quotes you have memorized, how many Angela Davis posters you have hanging up in your apartment, or how you think you identify with the black struggle, you’re not black. At the end of day all you have to do is turn in a term paper and go back to enjoy being white. So, yes ace your class in black studies but don’t try to lecture me about my race.
The Low-Key Racist
This Anglo doesn’t think they’re racist because their DVR list includes Scandal, How To Get Away With Murder, and Tyler Perry movies. Sorry, not really, your entertainment choices do not overshadow your allegiance with the lynch mob, whoopsie, tea party. Any who, they generally tolerate having black people as friends and in the workplace, but try to marry into one of their families and they’ll be dropping the N bomb faster than the Republicans blame Obama.
White girl problems are to the Becky as denial is to baby’s daddies; they’re mutually exclusive. They travel in packs, think glitter is a color, and always sound like they’re asking a question. Pretty doubtful that the Becky will see past her own world, since this requires her to stop going totally postal over her white girl problems that range from missing the sale at Barneys to her pumpkin spice latte not being pumpkiny enough. The worst, right? Do listen to her white girl problems long enough to get into the club and enjoy that bottle service thanks to her daddy.
From America to hip-hop, the Columbus will sprinkle blonde hair on anything and call it a discovery. It’s no secret that black culture and entertainment has been and still is creative fodder for the majority. Good luck convincing this Anglo otherwise. You’d have a better chance at convincing Bambie you graduated. Just because it’s in an Iggy Azalea video and featured in Vogue does not mean it’s new and cutting edge, maybe new to you. It’s not inspiration. It’s not motivation and it sure in the hell isn’t any partnerships. It’s appropriation.
The Curious Cat
“Did you read that New York Times article about Shonda Rhimes?” “What are your thoughts on Fox News and its Obama coverage?” “Is it politically incorrect to refer to Michelle Obama as fierce?” “Watermelon spears or cubes, do you have a preference?” “I don’t know about that Tavis Smiley.” Did you get that article I left on your desk about Ferguson?” “Have you been following the #poormichelle hash tag, it’s hilarious?” Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh make it stop! Who elected me as the ambassador for united Negro relations? If curiosity could really kill, this cat has died, risen, and came back asking more questions. At the appropriate space and time, I’m all for having an open dialogue about race, not many people do it enough. But damn, I’m not the resident Negro expert on all things from pop culture to politics. I mean hell; my favorite station on Pandora is Royksopp.
Blame it on my lack of imagination, but I just couldn’t find a more fitting label for this white person other than Idiot. According to this Idiot, we’ve profoundly progressed from our past. Black people can vote now! We have a black president! Ya’ll kids can go to school with our kids now! Huh!? To the backdrop of what’s currently going on in the world, specifically America, terming this as progression is equivalent to saying, “Ok, well Jeffrey Dahmer only killed and ate 10 boys, not 17 like we thought, so that’s not as bad, progression right?” Um no, don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.
Excuse me if I’m not jumping for joy just because I have equal, civil rights let alone recognized as a human being. What the Idiot fails to recognize is that granting equal rights is not progression it’s restitution. Plus, last I checked I don’t get rewarded for just being mediocre. So, let the Idiot live in La La land where sequin colored swans crap smiles and Klansmen are hosting probate shows.