This is worth thinking about and internalizing for those of you with a pale hue (in April I am actually fish belly white):
I know that everyone is having a little fun, laughing and pointing at what we already know about this particular faction of people…and I don’t want to interrupt that, everyone can use a laugh in these times.
However…for anyone that may read this blog and have the slightest thought that racism doesn’t have a profound effect on African-Americans in this country, ponder this…
As an African American, especially a male (which I am), can you imagine how much more stressful your life is, when from the moment you leave your home in the morning, until the moment you return that evening…you never really know who, out of the scores of non-African American people you interact with, think this type of shit about you…just because of the color of your skin?
It permeates your every thought, action, and word that comes out of your mouth…constantly, for the entire day. You are on constant alert as to whom is around you, how people are interacting, or reacting, to you…it’s fucking exhausting.
It’s no wonder our community is at so much a higher risk for heart disease, and hypertension than other races in this country. Sure, some of it may be related to diet, but when you live just about every waking moment of your life at a heightened level of awareness, and just a slightly higher level of stress than your white counterparts, it’s bound to take a physical toll on your body.
Anyway, I don’t want to be a party pooper, and I don’t want to make anyone fell guilty for having a laugh…it’s okay, this guy deserves to be laughed at.
This was just something that was on my heart to share with you guys, and a perspective I don’t think gets shared enough around the friendly confines of Balloon Juice.
I guess the closest I can come to is when I was in the military and driving the CO, and I would find myself at events with a bunch of Majors, Colonels, and the occasional field grade officers and me as a PFC and other drivers, and all I could think about was not fucking up and making sure I didn’t say or do anything inappropriate and saluted smartly and just got out of the situation in tact. My stomach would be in knots the whole time. That’s the closest I can come to this description, and that was once in a rare moon. I can not imagine living like that all day every day. My ulcer’s ulcer would have an ulcer.
In fairness, though, I bet there are a lot of really poor white people who feel the same way. Classism is almost as pernicious in this society as racism, and I know of a lot of people who don’t go out in public because they have bad teeth and don’t want to smile or because they are always afraid their debit card is going to be declined or because people are going to judge them because of the clothes they are wearing. Or because they are fat.
But hey, as long as Cliven Bundy’s cows are eating on the cheap, let freedom ring, right Hannity?