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Reverse Racism: It’s Not A Thing

There’s racism. Institutional racism against Black people, Brown people, and all People of Color.

It’s structural and it’s hidden. It’s everywhere.

And it has to stop. We need to do everything in our power to end it.

But reverse racism? It doesn’t exist.

It’s just a myth. We hear this all the time these days, printed on the pages of major newspapers and displayed on our laptop and phone screens.

Of course, this statement is true; there is no such thing as “reverse racism.” But I have to disagree with what is meant by this.

While some would argue that this means that a Black person is incapable of being racist against a White person, I have a different definition:

There’s just racism, in all its hideous forms. After all, bias is bias. Prejudice is prejudice.

Kids Of All Backgrounds Playing Together. Image Credit- USAG Humphreys. License By C 3.0

Kids Of All Backgrounds Playing Together. Image Credit- USAG Humphreys. License By C 3.0

There are groups all over the world that have warred along racial and ethnic lines, practically forever.

Racism didn’t start in America with Black slavery and the African diaspora.

It’s a sad institution as old as out historical record, way older than these young United States of ours.

There’s racism in Asia. Africa. Europe. South America.

All different stories. None more or less legitimate; all racism is baseless bias, nothing more.

There’s certainly racism against White people. Look at facts.

There have been People of Color tried and convicted for hate crimes against White people.

Are you to suggest that such hate crimes are not racism in nature? Such a claim is ludicrous on its face.

Yet social scientists will assert this tirelessly. know what? We see your agenda. Not everyone is fooled.

Sure; there’s no “structural” hatred of White people. Or is there?

What about a White woman seeking food stamps and being made to wait hours and hours before being helped by workers staffing the office?

It happened.

Being told, “I forgot you. Didn’t see you there,” even though she kept asking when it would be her turn.

Even when the dozens of others helped walked in after she did. All People of Color.

It happened.

Was it a coincidence that the workers “helping” here were all People of Color?

Was it a coincidence that her services were stopped three times for no reason and she was “randomly” selected four times in a year for review?

If that’s not structural racism, by those with power, over those without, then nothing is.

Any time one group hates another based on perceived race, it’s racism.

Don’t lie to yourself.

To not believe so is to give a pass to entertaining the most sordid of thoughts, hating with abandon, thinking all the while it’s OK.

Here’s a news flash: It’s not okay.

I just experienced racism. And, it’s not the first time.

I’m not going to go into it, but I’ve had hate directed at me because I’ve been perceived as Jewish, Muslim, Black, Hispanic, Italian, Mexican, White, and Asian Indian. My family’s heritage is a mixture of all these and more.

How could this be? I guess I look sort of exotic, not really a face that you would associate with any one race. All different groups of people have said horrible things to me, thinking I was a member of one of the above groups.

It’s an equal opportunity kind of thing, apparently.

What “am I,” then? What do I “identify” as?

I’m a person. I’m an American. I’ve always refused to share details about my family’s heritage. It’s not important to me, and I’m not going to help let it be important to you.

I live in Port Richmond. it’s always been a mutli-ethnic area, and I love living here.

Tonight though, I experienced racism four times in one hour while out walking and shopping with a friend.

She has blonde hair and blue eyes. About as White-looking as anyone gets, though she is actually Hispanic and partly Jewish, besides European.

First, it was a group of kids on bikes. Boys and girls. Maybe ten? Eleven years old?

They started calling my female companion and myself disparaging names. Racial epitaphs.

They rode by and said, “We all hate you.” They uttered vulgarities.

As one of the boys rode by, instead of throwing hate stares, he looked guiltily at me. And he was guilty. Guilty of giving into something that he knew was wrong, whether or not he’s been told it’s not by the media, or anyone else, for that matter.

Seeing the innocent faces of children distorted into visages of hatred sickened me.

Next came the second incident. This happened once we arrived at the store.

We went to get some groceries. Walked there. As usual.

Two Black dudes walked by me. One commented on what a retarded-looking White boy I was. The other just chuckled.

What? Did I hear right? This was getting strange.

A month before, I had a similar experience with three Black men calling me a dumb White expletive.

So that part wasn’t new, but the serial racism? That sure was.

Next, it was two ladies. They walked by and uttered hateful comments along racist lines.

I reflected to myself about how strange this was becoming. This must be what Black people in the South experienced in the past during Jim Crow, I thought to myself.

Too bad I wasn’t raised as a racist, and my family had nothing to do with racism, historically.

I have relatives of so many different ethnicities and races, it sort of makes sense that we were all raised to look at racism as a disease.

My own parents’ best friends are people of many races.

They aren’t out to prove anything, they’re just people who are not interested in excluding anyone based on the color of their skin.

The last display of overt racism was on the part of one of the store workers.

A White woman needed help. As she walked by, the Black store workers uttered under her breathe, “I hate you people.”

What? Did I hear that right? Four times in the span of a few minutes,by four different sets of people?

It did not stop there. She continued to speak softly, outlining how much she hated us all.

Of course, it was indefensible rubbish. Just media talking points really.

I quietly answered her, saying, “I’ll pray for us all. We’re all people.”

Her response? “I don’t need any of that from you. I don’t need anything from you,” still quiet as ever.

The White lady on line with the EBT card had no idea the Black woman had said any of this, that she was seething hate behind her cold face.

Is this the new way? People of Color uttering disgusting things under their breather at people they perceive as White?

You’d be lying if you pretend this isn’t racism.

Kids shouting obscenities across a parking lot because they think you look White?

Is this what the media is creating?

Are we heading toward worsening race relations, fed by the social media echo chamber and mass media nightly news?

It sure looks that way.

The people leading divisiveness do not care about People of Color; they aren’t really their allies.

Leading others into hate is not beneficial. Hatred is not a healthy emotional state, and the associated thought processes are likewise damaging.

Don’t let someone tell you that your hatred is alright. Right is right, and wrong is wrong.

I don’t hate anyone. And, I won’t hate back.

But I was saddened. Staten Island was different. A place where everyone hung out together, regardless of race or ethnicity or religion.

I see that out idyllic Walden Woods is being wrecked by the media, sterile forces far removed from my beloved ‘hood.

I won’t say mean things back. But if it comes to anything worse, I am totally prepared to defend myself and anyone else being attacked physically by a racist.

I don’t care if the attacker is Black and the victim White. Or vice-versa.

People, stop being led into this. Equality and hatred do not go hand-in-hand.

Don’t mistake the good-naturedness of White folks for weakness; I’d say follow the golden rule.

Treat others as you would want to be treated.

And remember your ancestors and consider whether they would want you to hate, whether the object of your hatred is your oppressors or anyone else.

Everyone’s been home, due to COVID. With the TVs on. Phones bleating news bites. Nonstop.

And then it was Black Lives Matter, followed by riots, lootings, statues being toppled. Seattle turning into Chaz. Then Chaz turning into CHOP.

Like an evil voice nobody asked to hear, the media kept ratcheting up the tension.

It’s more like indoctrination into a cult than anything else. Take a careful look at this.

Kids were not so racist in the past. I was a teacher not too many years ago, and children were not saying this sort of stuff. Ever.

Neither were adults.

But with enough repetitions by the media that hate is okay, in the isolation of COVID lockdown, and you have mass cult indoctrination.

The Cult of Hate. It’s here. Be ready.

With a prayer. With a helping hand for others, regardless of their race.

But I will also be watching my back.

It looks like goodwill may fall flat, something that may be unwelcome and unwanted.

And thoughts can quickly motivate actions, so a posture of self-defense is now warranted.

I do hope this was just an aberration, but tonight’s events had a sobering effect on me.

My friend and I were not raised in racist homes. Certainly, such families existed.

But neither of ours. The irony is not lost on me.

As one of my family explained last night, on the day we all celebrate our Independence, our Freedom:

“My father was a police lieutenant. We were not raised to be racist. He told me there are people who are Black who are horrible people. There are people who are White who are also horrible people. Some people are good and they will be like Family to you in life, regardless of their race.”

BLM has created racism. Against White people.

It was not hiding below the surface. It just wasn’t there.

They’re destroying the cohesiveness of American society.

Would you rather call it prejudice? I’m fine with that.

Whatever label you choose to use, it changes nothing.

Where’s our “white privilege?”

My family came here poor and sweated and toiled at manual labor jobs: digging, pulling, lifting. My friend?

Same story for her family.

Both of us had ancestors who had experienced bias. Severe bias.

So please, either bring the love or call it what it is: hate.

Less than 1% of White people owned slaves or benefitted from slavery. Get your facts right!

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