White Privilege from a southerner
I'm originally from small town AL... The home of Roll Tide, sweet accents, and challenging times for race. It took me living all over the country to get a solid perspective.
- •Everything below doesn't mean that I don't love being from the south or being from AL. I'm proud to be a southerner. I love seeing the state change into a better place. It's a little slow for me, but there's nothing like below the mason/dixen line. I've lived everywhere, but I will always say ma'am and sir and be a dirt road kind of girl.
- •Instead of a list. I think this topic deserves dialogue. I am PuertoRican, white, and Jewish. My mother has beautiful brown skin and I have beautiful fair skin. Growing up my family cared less about that. We were all beautiful. However, being fair in my town made all the difference.
- •My grandmothers beautiful pail skin
- •My Mothers beautiful brown skin
- •My own beautiful fair skin
- •My hometown was/is very small and very segregated. I grew up in the 80s just south of Montgomery. As a kid one side of town was ethnic but people called it the black side of town. One side was the white side with you guessed it... white middle upper class.Poor white people didn't venture to that side very much either.
- •My grandmothers fair skin, exotic accent, and economic status meant we shopped on the white side. My grandfather founded a private school for better education, but when it was taken over by the board, it became a way to segregate the white kids from the black. The poor from the wealthy.
- •My mother was the first ethnic kid at the academy my grandfather founded. By this time she had already attended a Native American school in Oklahoma for her first year. It was drastically different. Now she was called n***** by the classmates and furiously bullied.
- •Even though she had a modeling contract her skin was dark, not befitting of an all white private school.
- •I went to the same school with my skin... The difference in my privilege was the worst kind. It was the kind where I didn't even understand that when I said I know what you've been through to a person of color that I could never know because I had white skin. My status in the town was "white".
- •Really I was somewhere in the middle. I was biracial and that meant I was captain of the cheering quad, but it also meant that I had been called n***** in the foot prints of my mother. It meant people's parents not letting their kids to my house because we were "from Africa". Yes they said that with complete honesty.
- •The biggest testament was my father being white, and his family judging us because we weren't. One day we were riding home to Evergreen from place called Brewton, threw Castleberry. My fathers family lived in that whole space. At the time skinheads had become the new white supremacy and did occasional traffic stops.
- •We were pulled over, luckily I look white so were let go. I later found out is was also because my father's family were members of the brotherhood, meaning the KKK. I was told this was normal. Decidedly it is not. It's more of a tragedy. How could people that claim to care for me want to kill people of my race? Would that mean killing me?
- •Living all over the country, I'm starting to come to terms with myself. I am so proud to be called biracial, and I hate being called white. However, I'm very cognizant of my own white privilege.
- •The privilege of being arrogant enough to not notice that we are different. We aren't one big love fest where everyone is equal. It is impossible to know someone's struggle if you haven't lived it. So, I don't claim anyones experience but my own. I empathize, but I will never take that away from someone. It's not mine.
- •I would love to read more lists about this topic because it's important. It's vital to understand people. Our country and this worlds heart beat depend on it.I think this just inspired a list of my experience of religious prosecution. How can we allow our world to have so many epochs of marginalization? Boooo