A Message To White America

Confessional sign for article about White privelege and racism in America
Confessional sign for article about White privelege and racism in America
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There are no “other” White people.

Those other White people you complain about ⸺ the racists, the bigots, the homophobes, the misogynists, the ones that make it so hard for anything to change in this country ⸺ they don’t exist.

The only White Americans are we White people. We White families. We White communities with our racists, our bigots, our homophobes, our misogynists.

They are us. We are them.

We keep pointing at those imaginary White people, the troublemakers, the ones who are responsible for racism and hatred. We kick the can down the road, thinking we’ve been absolved. …

It isn’t for anyone else to say we belong in this world.
In this part of the world.
In this place in this part of the world.

We need not seek it.
It was ours all along.

Not contingent.
No sign-off required.

Stop looking outward.
Shift your view.
Step outside.
From the porch, the street, the other side.
Turn around and look at yourself.
You. Belonging.

Take a seat at the other side of the table.
See the view from there?
You. Belonging.

They’ve known it all along.
It’s been their dirty little secret.

All of you belongs.
Liar. Lover. Friend.

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It felt like heaven. Tail wagging, giggling, running, skipping, sun shining heaven.

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Susan Larson

I write stuff.

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