I've never known true racism. Not how it used to be, where a white man or men would severely hate with an absolute intent, a black man. Where a simple
act from a negro could cause the white man of their time to react with such vigor so as to beat that man down. Where white men wanted their own
authority over anyone else to the oppression of all others. Where hate fuelled the fires of discontent and led to the ostrisation of all others. Where
if you were not white, you were less.
I've never known racism like that.
BUT to me that is racism.
And today I still get callled a racist.
Not because I HATE someone, or want them lower than myself. But because I see the differences in us. I see that certian ethnic groups want that own
separation. that membership of being alone, within a group, where others want to be superiour in their own right.
What has changed?
Is it "our" turn as some would have it? Or is it still racism?
Where I live, the sins of the father are not forgiven unto the child. And with that, as individuals we bare yet the inherent by birth right to express
our own loyalty to our own. As each of us do, from every race and creed.
When do we learn if this is wrong?
If the cost of being white means baring the guilt of those who walked before me, I say Never.
When I am called a racist, it is not becuase I hate someone else, or because I want my own.. it is because I dare to submit that I have a right. A
right to be who I am. A Right to a culture and a country. A country that is open to all, to come to and be a part of. A right to accept them for all
their worth. But not at the expense of my own.
Some will say I Stole this land. To them I say, I was born here, where should I return? This earth is not given to us by people. It is adopted by
them. And to them I will also say, what land are you on, who was on it before you? hypocrites.
I am caled a racist because I am, like them, someone proud of my fathers father, and so on into the heritage of my past.
I do not hate people. And I accept that others, like me, have in the past, done things I do not agree with. Yet I am called racist, simply for the
colour of my skin.
Long gone are the days of what racism really meant.
I am what I am, and I cannot change that. Nor would I.
So racism... today, in this age... just how maleable is it that it continues to make ME the victim?
Blood? pain? suffering? what will change this fact?
I can no more be invisible to this world than I can take away the atrocities of the past.
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