"You know, honey, us colored folks is branches without roots and that makes things come round in queer ways." - Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
In discussing Trayvon Martin with a friend the other day, she tells me that Sanford, FL is the next town over from Eatonville, FL, the first all black town founded post Emancipation, and the home of Zora Neale Hurston, playwright, poet, anthropologist, novelist, cultural icon. And Sanford is where a seventeen year old kid was murdered because he wore a hoodie. Because he had Skittles in his hand. He was murdered, because he was black and in a state where shoot first, ask later is a protective mandate.
"White privilege may be defined as the "unearned advantages of being White in a racially stratified society", and has been characterized as an expression of institutional power that is largely unacknowledged by most White individuals". [Neville, H., Worthington, R., Spanierman, L. (2001).Race, Power, and Multicultural Counseling Psychology: Understanding White Privilege and Color Blind Racial Attitudes]
So, if White Privilege is defined by an expression of power that is unacknowledged by white individuals, I take the leap to say that the most blatant example in current events is the murder of Trayvon Martin. White Man assumes he has the privilege to take a life because he doesn't like the way that life looks in his gated community. I've seen people liken the hoodie of today to the trench coat of the 90s.
Fuck that. Some maladjusted unpopular kid went into a school and murdered everyone while wearing a trench. Trayvon Martin was walking home and being stalked by a paranoid racist in a gated community.
He was. A kid. My kids own hoodies, and I'm not going to stop them wearing them, but I seriously doubt my blonde haired blue eyed baby girls could be deemed threatening to anyone except for maybe their dangercute may induce heart stopping squees, or in a spelling bee, or pokemon tournaments. I'm going to wear my hoodies, but my slightly overweight, pale, freckledy face isn't gonna strike fear in the heart of a weird stalker who will chase me down then shoot me,
against the advice of 911 dispatchers, and it'll be ok, because laws protect the shooter, not the shootee.
Now this child's mother gets to hear his screams for help while the killer walks free. She has to petition the Feds to get justice for her son, when if the tables were turned, and he had killed a white man on suspicion, Trayvon would be sitting in prison waiting for grand jury. This nonsense has to stop, all of my people who read, or care. We absolutely have to realize that:
We are all a little racist. What we do with that and how we allow it to inhibit or shape us is what makes this a more open, or less tolerant world.
We do not deserve anything because of our color or nationality or creed or ethos. We don't deserve privileges that go largely unacknowledged. We don't deserve hearing our babies scream for help after they get fucking gatted in broad daylight. We deserve to live and let live and THAT IS IT on this little planet in this one corner of one galaxy in this universe. That is all anyone really truly deserves inherently.
We are more alike than we are different. When we pick apart our differences and live in fear, we become victims of ourselves. Only we can empower us.
At the end of "Sucka Nigga" by A Tribe Called Quest, the Midnight Marauder Tour Guide Says,
"You are not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger. You're not necessarily a man if you do." I wish everyone knew that. That the hip hop foundries of the nineties that are the basis for fear (hoodies, sagging pants, gold teeth, fear, fright, whatever) were promoting non-violence. Were promoting acceptance. Were promoting safety. I wish we all knew what I know. It hurts my heart my girls live in a world their friends may be killed because of how they look. Because of how they are born. It's not a world I want them in and it is my job to change it.
If we raise our babies right, we can change the world. We can make the world a place where my blonde haired blue eyed baby girls can wear hoodies and where Trayvon Martin can walk home with a sweet tea and some Skittles and not get capped by a neighborhood vigilante on a power trip.
How do you recognize white privilege or race privilege and what can you do to affect change to make that world a reality? Cos that's our future, y'all. That's the people governing our future. The ones the Zimmermans of the world are shooting based on sight and assumption.