I
don’t like when people call me racist.
How is recognizing and accepting one’s identity being racist? Racism, as much as we hate to admit it, is a
core component of our society’s foundation.
So to speak of one’s identity without speaking of race is
extraordinarily difficult and frustrating.
When I walk down the street, people see a non-black. But I was raised to say something to the
effect of ‘I identify as African American.’
This is an inherently confusing situation to suffer through, let alone
to try and explain to people why I think the way I do about interracial
breeding. Let’s face it, as much as
science tries to write off race as a ‘fiction,’ differences between ‘groups of
people’ materialize; race happens to be an easily recognizable difference
between groups of people. It is even a
part of biological science that race is a trait found in our chromosomes, and
it just so happens that the trait of dark skin is a dominant trait, and the
trait for light skin is a recessive trait.
All I’m trying to say about interracial breeding is why weaken your
bloodline? If you’re smart enough to
know you ‘love’ somebody, then why can’t you be smart enough to know that
you’re killing yourself when you ‘love’ outside your race? We are talking about romantic love too,
because let me tell it, and we are all supposed to love one another. But romantic love is beyond Platonic love;
romantic love is the idea people are meant to be together. What does it mean to be ‘meant for each
other?’
I
don’t think I’m personally going to find out the answer to that question, but
in the meantime, know this: Every day I
look in the mirror I do see the death of the black African American community. I am no longer black but am African American
still, and I feel all the pain of being African American without being
black. I am not considered black by most
if not all of society, yet I have to deal with the agonizing forces of
privileged versus non-privileged people.
Put me up against a dark skinned person, and it’s all about what they
can do better than me. Put me up against
a light skinned person, and it’s all about my shortcomings. I am never valued just for being myself. Most people know who or what they are because
people tell them. Not as labels, but
just to let them know, so they won’t have to wander around life surrounded by
mysteries and secrets. What a concept. I, on the other hand, have no idea what I’m
good at, have no idea who I am, and what’s worse is that nobody cared to tell
me before and they still don’t care to tell me now. On top of not looking like the race and
ethnicity that I am. So in a racial, capitalist
society, I am basically a ghost. I mean
like, literally a ghost, and not just because of my complexion.
So
when I rant against interracial breeding, I am pleading for understanding that
it’s not about you, it’s about your kids.
You didn’t have to grow up in our society looking one race and actually
being another. You didn’t have to
explain to the ever so curious human being ‘what are you mixed with?’ And don’t blame the curiosity. It’s part of the fabric of our society to be
racial and ethnically motivated, and there really isn’t anything wrong with it,
if we could have some order about ourselves in our treatment of the
subject. I am not racist, that is my
story and I’m sticking to it. I don’t
believe one race or ethnicity is better or worse than others; it is a
scientific fact though that dark skin is a dominant gene and light skin is a
recessive one. If you don’t believe me
ask my high school biology teacher.
She’s really smart. And she let
me open a pig’s skull and look at its brain too.
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