I’m actually African American. I’ve been a victim of racism even in America growing up. My father is from Africa and even fled his nation.
Except that… I’m completely white! I’m a white African American. If you can’t accept that then that’s just racist. Think about it.
The fact is, I’m a son of an immigrant. He fled his nation as a white young man when the blacks were revolting and trying to slaughter all the white people they could. My grandfather ironically became racist because of his loss. He had built for himself a nice life and even had servants. In fact, they liked him. How do we know? Because instead of killing him in his sleep and taking all of his stuff, which would be easier, he was allowed to live while his house was robbed. They were careful and quiet not to disturb him when he sleeps.
I’ll admit, there was segregation, but my father had friends who were black. He would invite them to places but they would refuse to go, because they knew what would happen should they show up. Despite that the population is 99% black, the public pools are 100% white. You could buy black b~~~~ of licorice… called… um… “N~~~~~ b~~~~.” So, there you go. So, there’s a revolution and my father fled.
He joined the military. My father had a nasty case of PTSD and borderline personality disorder. My uncle was clearly molested (and later he’ll be arrested and go to jail for 2 years for child molestation). My whole family on my father’s side is messed up and borderline crime family (if not already there). I’m a survivor of this (for the most part, since I had minimal contact with them). That’s just some of the problems of my family too. Prostitution, drugs, and so on.
We were poor but at least my father had an income. I went to these rich schools where I was bullied like all hell by some rich brats. Some girl targeted me just because I had freckles (I don’t any more actually, and I don’t recall ever having them). Another girl randomly started attacking me on the bus. The wimpy bus driver pulled over on the base gate and kicked all three of us off. I felt like she was pinning all blame on me.
Then I went to an all black school, where I was bullied by black kids. They just randomly harassed me. I was often confused by their random aggression. One kid just called me a “white bitch,” I called him a fat black and he got mad and reported me. The vice-principle was a black woman who always took the black kid’s side. Even white teachers were partial to the black kids. One white teacher allowed two black kids to push me back and forth since I ended up seated between them. Despite that I was being physically violated she didn’t care. When I cursed at them, I was sent to the vice principles office. Of course, when I was sent home, my father just screamed at me and spanked me because obviously it’s my behavior. He was seriously messed up and couldn’t function. He needed serious psychiatric care and I took the brunt of it.
To be fair, I went to an all white school. They were just white trash. I got it much worse there. Again, teacher’s and staff bullied me there too. It sucks being short, skinny, white, small framed, late-bloomer, with sharp wit that aces tests despite not doing any homework (usually).
Then I float loans to get an education. I’m not privileged, I’m dis-privileged by anybody’s standard. One look at me though and I’ll get the write-off. Might I interest you in a glass of my tears?
peterfa 4 years, 6 months ago.
