I have serious issues with human beings in general, and these stem from a sincere belief – often proven correct – that people really don’t give a fuck about anything else but their own selves. Which is a shame, because the world would be so much more of a better place were we all able to, every now and again, consider how our actions, words and motives affect others. But, no. It appears this is too much to ask.
I’m often accused by loved ones of being a little bit of a “bitch”. Reason? I will not be silent if I find what you say or do to me hurtful, neither will I be silent in the face of douchebaggery, but the fact that I am quite welcoming of criticism aimed at me doesn’t seem to mitigate people’s feelings about my apparent brashness. Still, I think it should be a very normal thing to say to anyone: “I don’t like what you did there. Please correct that behavior.”
Unfortunately, people almost always jump on the defensive, and often, rather than acknowledging the fault, they will raise past issues about “you do this”, “you do that”. I’m not saying I don’t, but please confront me as and when it happens, just like I have done. I think we can get along a helluva lot better that way. Were you never taught to not bottle shit up?
Anyway.
I am reminded of this because of the explicit racism and raw displays of white supremacy currently dominating public discourse. Yes, I am referring to the likes of Penny Sparrow, Chris Hart and many other, less recognisable apparent racists. I am reminded of this because, as people of colour, our expression of the hurt that white privilege and institutionalized racism inflict on us is always met with accusations of “you’re overly sensitive” or “apartheid is over, get over it”.
It hurts. It’s just like a loved one refusing to acknowledge that their actions are hurtful. Here you are trying to find a way to move forward, together with this friend, lover or sibling, and all they can do is jump on the defensive. Guess what happens next? Fights ensue, bitterness consumes you both, and the path to a solution becomes ever so elusive.
Between Penny Sparrow and the many others who see nothing but an oil slick at the sight of people of colour populating a public beach; between eNCA’s Andrew Barnes mocking Minister Angie Motshekga’s mispronunciation of an English word and the very loud longing for those days when an entire people were legally denied their dignity, it is becoming harder and harder resisting giving in to what would be a sad notion – that white people are ALL racist, until proven otherwise.
Please! Make me understand how hating me simply because of my skin colour makes any sense?
I have serious issues with human beings, and racists – and apologists – in particular!