So That’s What I Am?
Why is it the person screaming “Racism!!” the loudest is the most racist person usually?
I’ve never used The N Word That Must Not Be Named to attack the first person in this world. I’ve never even referred to a person using The N Word That Must Not Be Named.
I hear constantly, “Do not notice a person by the color of their skin, but notice them for what they have on the inside.”. This makes sense to me.
Why is it though, when I refer to a woman (who yes, happens to be of a darker skin tone than myself, or black for those just tuning in) as “Ma’am”, but tell her something she doesn’t want to hear, she has some sort of God given right to call me “White Bitch”?
Bitch I could live with. Why must my skin color come into play? If I had referred to her as “Black Ma’am”, Al Sharpton and company would have been beating down my door.
If I’m not supposed to notice the color of the next guy’s skin, why the hell is my color being noticed?
Yes, I’m probably a bitch sometimes, but if you want to be respected for who you are, recognize me for what’s on the inside, not what color my wrapping happens to be.
That, or shut the hell up about someone noticing your skin color.
June 13, 2007 at 4:50 pm
I had a similar experience once. I was riding the train on a bright summer afternoon, and since it hurt my eyes to look out the window, I decided to look around the train car instead. Apparently I was still squinting, because suddenly a guy came up to me and said, “You got a problem with me?” I said, “No. Why, should I?” He said, “What, do you hate black people? Why did you look at me like that?” I said, “I was just looking around.” He shouted, “Do you want to resolve this when we get to the next stop? I’m going to beat your @$$!” I said, “I don’t have any problem with you. I was just looking around.” He said, “You’d better watch yourself!” and stormed off.
That experience has haunted me ever since, and I’m constantly afraid of being mistaken for a racist.