To hate white people would be to hate myself. I was having dinner with a friend and a couple of her friends. There was so much hate going around the table that it prompted me to ask the worse hater why did she hate white people so much since it was obvious that she had a great deal of white European blood flowing through her veins. Instead of answering my question, she deflected with a question by asking me how could I not hate white people and I didn’t hesitate to answer! I told her to hate white people would be to hate myself. Not one person at the table showed comprehension but all did show dumbfoundedness. I told them that I was not only a descendent of African slaves but a product of rape as is evident with my abundance of white European features. When I was a young child I was told that my roots were African, Irish, British, Cherokee and Blackfoot. Someday I might take a DNA test to substantiate these roots but until then, I have no reason to call my dead relatives liars. This is where the to hate white people is to hate myself comes into play. To love me I have to love all of me and to love all of me it is essential for me to embrace my entire heritage and to not live in denial about being a product of rape. After all I didn’t commit the rape nor did my African ancestors, and I can confidently say neither did my Indian ancestors since the rape was being committed by white Europeans aboard slave ships and on plantations and in the homes where black women worked as domestics. To add fuel to the flames I further stated that not all white people are without integrity. There are a handful of whites who possess integrity the same as there are a handful of blacks and other minorities who possess integrity. That pretty much shut down the hate speak.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 14:33:13 +0000
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