Alex Dame
Startouched
There's something that's been on my mind for some time now, but I didn't know exactly how to talk about it. I've been trying to think of how I can express my frustration without offending anyone on a subject that is "touchy" to say the least. Even after days of thinking and carefully wording, I can't guarantee that someone reading this won't be offended. However, that isn't my intent, and I apologize if I offend anyone in this writing. Also, I'm not expecting to take this issue personally, at least not as personally as I do. Probably, if I wasn't an "aspie" this wouldn't really matter to me, and I'd be less anxious and happier in general.
Anyway, the issue in this thread can be summed up in just two words: "White Man". Is it right that I had to hear and to read that title over and over- That I had to PAY to hear and read that title over and over- Just for the sake of getting some credits in humanities at college? Is it right that, after growing up in the eighties and 90's, and being saturated with the idea of equality from school, friends, family, the church, and the cartoons I watched and being dragged to museum exhibits, after all those years of being told that we're all the same, I have to hear the phrase "too white" on television, as if being Caucasian was some sort of a disease? I don't think so.
Don't get me wrong here, I'm not a racist. I just don't want everything to be my fault, and I don't want to be attacked either. The truth is, in a perfect world, nobody would have to be ashamed of the way they were born, but thanks to busybodies like the teacher of my humanities class, there are times when I do, in fact, feel ashamed to be a white man, or feel threatened, or just feel the need to defend myself and the race and gender that I identify with the most. One of the things that bugs me is just how one-sided racial prejudice is. It seems like anyone can say whatever he/she wants to about white people, and nobody will expect them to be offended, but just say a six letter word beginning with n, and rhyming with Tigger, and the fur starts to fly.
That said, I can only really speak from my own experiences, and my own frustrating situations. One of my most sorely irritating experiences, at least that I can remember, is when I took that humanities course, or, to be more accurate, the Native American Literature course headed by Professor Terzakis. Now, I needed a humanities course in order to get my degree, and I pretty much knew what to expect: The heroic story of how I was able to survive in a white man's world. How white men enslaved me AND my family. How they denied me my rights, killed my family, how white men are terrible and untrustworthy, and how they'll never get any better, and how my group of people are better. This was exactly the kind of bitter resentment I could expect from an African American History class, an Asian History class, or a Spanish or Mexican History course.
I figured that I'd be safe from that kind of generalization by taking a class about Native American Literature. Based on what I read in the course description, I thought it would be talking about mythology like Raven and the beginning of humanity, or the story of Old Man Pochiku, the potato man. Instead, it was an even more painful experience than the time I went to the hospital after being hit by a car while riding my bike. I'd rather have gone to the DENTIST twice a week for sixteen weeks. I'd rather be seeing a dentist like that motorcycle-riding sadist from Little Shop of Horrors!
For starters, I don't read much, and I don't really like reading books, and in that class, I had to read more than five of them AND remember enough to write about and discuss with the class. That wasn't ALL I had to read. The teacher sent home many independent things like a copy of the Canadian Red Papers. Week after week, month after month, it was pot shot after pot shot against the global white man. William Shakespeare (Arguably one of the greatest writers that ever lived), Jules Verne (Who envisioned space travel over a hundred years before it became a reality), and H.G. Welles (Author of The Invisible Man, The Time Machine, and War of the Worlds) are referred to as "D.W.E.M.S" (Dead white European Males). Yeah, The White House is a big, white, fancy residence, but it's not referred to as a B.W.F.R. Significance!!
Disney's Pocahontas was badmouthed at least twice, and in one instance, referred to by Driskell as "America's wet dream". Thomas King badmouthed Christianity, and John Trudell said that celebrating Columbus Day was like celebrating Osama Bin Ladin Day- On national television for crying out loud! The books we were made to read included Thomas King's The Truth About Stories, Sherman Alexis' The Absolutely True History Of A Part-Time Indian (which contained bitterness, complaints, and more than a few dirty swear words), Driskell's Walking With Ghosts, and a few other books of our choice for a bibliography. One of the books I chose was Sherman Alexis' "The Strongest Indian In The World", and I had to take a day off of work to read it.
(Sigh) All of that is only part of what made that class suck out loud. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if only I'd been able to complain to someone. The lengths to which people persist that it's NOT offensive, however, are incredible. For one thing, Professor Terzakis is white, and as far as I'm concerned, a traitor to her own nationality and an insufferable busybody. Everyone else I tried to talk to had the same three responses: #1: We stole their land. #2: Has anyone said anything offensive against you personally?, and #3: I know how you feel.
In the first place, WE didn't steal THEIR land! Some very specific white people did some unforgivable things to some very specific aboriginal people. This happened centuries before I was born, and I'm sure standards and perceptions were decidedly different back then. In the second place, does it really matter if anyone actually pointed at me and said: "You suck because you're a white man!"? People get offended by lesser things all the time. Take Charlie from the old Mr. Magoo cartoons. Do you know how many people complained about that character? Same with Goofy in "Californy or bust". Not only that, but some of the people complaining about the politically incorrect cartoons are often white people themselves.
Then, there's "I know how you feel". Has anyone else ever gotten ticked off from hearing their parent say that to them? I'm an aspie and mom isn't, to say nothing of our being different genders. We literally have brains that think differently from each other. Also, in cases like this, "I know how you feel" means "You're overreacting", "this is no big deal". Hmph. I'll tell YOU what's no big deal, Mom: Struggling to survive in a white man's world! We all do it! I mean, sure, you may have had more on your plate than I have, but does that give you the right to humiliate me? And I know that the class experience may have been intended at least to be similar to what a Native American or other minority experienced in school growing up, but what the Hell kind of logic is that?! Any GOOD parent will tell you that two wrongs don't make a right.
As for struggling to survive and suffering, well, just because I didn't grow up in some trailer park with an abusive father, and be denied education doesn't mean I haven't suffered. It doesn't mean I wasn't always in the "special" group at school with all the "special" kids. It doesn't mean my dad didn't die when I was ten. It doesn't mean I didn't get squished to the ground with my arms tied behind my back by someone over twice my size. It doesn't mean that I didn't go through thirteen years of school, learning pointless information and hurling it back at the people who already knew it just to be a slave to some butter-butt that only ever got angry at me in spite of having mostly incompetent, lazy employees! Suffering just happens to be a part of life.
(Sigh) This thread has already gone on a lot longer and covered more intense emotions and feelings than I ever wanted it to, but I feel like it's necessary to get something like this out in the open if there's anyone out there who truly wants to be friends with me. I'm not racist, it's just that hearing "white man" kind of lumps me into the category, and I tend to feel like I'm getting attacked because of it. Of course, I know the truth: I didn't steal anyone's land, I didn't kill anyone, or rape their wives, or murder their children, or ruin their landscape, and I didn't ASK to be white. I was BORN here, and someday I'm going to die here, and any radicals who don't like that can just suck it up. White men HAVE done unspeakable things, but they've also discovered electricity and atomic energy, invented to internal combustion engine and the video camera, and worked to abolish slavery. There's really no reason I should feel ashamed to be a white man.
Anyway, as I conclude this thread, I'd like to speak of July Fourth, Independence Day. It'd be easy, and perhaps not inaccurate, to say that America was made by white people viciously enslaving the natives and taking away their property, but for the colonists who wrote the declaration of independence, America has a different foundry. It was created by the rebellious inability to tolerate unjust law and oppression, which, at the time, was seen as being initiated by the English. I DO wish I didn't take anti-white prejudice personally, but since I do, I'm not taking it lying down from ANY bully, even if that bully is a teacher, and even if there's really nothing I can do about it. At the time, as much as I despised the class, I did my best in it, and ended up with a B final grade. I wanted to end on a happy note then, but this thread contains my true feelings.
Anyway, the issue in this thread can be summed up in just two words: "White Man". Is it right that I had to hear and to read that title over and over- That I had to PAY to hear and read that title over and over- Just for the sake of getting some credits in humanities at college? Is it right that, after growing up in the eighties and 90's, and being saturated with the idea of equality from school, friends, family, the church, and the cartoons I watched and being dragged to museum exhibits, after all those years of being told that we're all the same, I have to hear the phrase "too white" on television, as if being Caucasian was some sort of a disease? I don't think so.
Don't get me wrong here, I'm not a racist. I just don't want everything to be my fault, and I don't want to be attacked either. The truth is, in a perfect world, nobody would have to be ashamed of the way they were born, but thanks to busybodies like the teacher of my humanities class, there are times when I do, in fact, feel ashamed to be a white man, or feel threatened, or just feel the need to defend myself and the race and gender that I identify with the most. One of the things that bugs me is just how one-sided racial prejudice is. It seems like anyone can say whatever he/she wants to about white people, and nobody will expect them to be offended, but just say a six letter word beginning with n, and rhyming with Tigger, and the fur starts to fly.
That said, I can only really speak from my own experiences, and my own frustrating situations. One of my most sorely irritating experiences, at least that I can remember, is when I took that humanities course, or, to be more accurate, the Native American Literature course headed by Professor Terzakis. Now, I needed a humanities course in order to get my degree, and I pretty much knew what to expect: The heroic story of how I was able to survive in a white man's world. How white men enslaved me AND my family. How they denied me my rights, killed my family, how white men are terrible and untrustworthy, and how they'll never get any better, and how my group of people are better. This was exactly the kind of bitter resentment I could expect from an African American History class, an Asian History class, or a Spanish or Mexican History course.
I figured that I'd be safe from that kind of generalization by taking a class about Native American Literature. Based on what I read in the course description, I thought it would be talking about mythology like Raven and the beginning of humanity, or the story of Old Man Pochiku, the potato man. Instead, it was an even more painful experience than the time I went to the hospital after being hit by a car while riding my bike. I'd rather have gone to the DENTIST twice a week for sixteen weeks. I'd rather be seeing a dentist like that motorcycle-riding sadist from Little Shop of Horrors!
For starters, I don't read much, and I don't really like reading books, and in that class, I had to read more than five of them AND remember enough to write about and discuss with the class. That wasn't ALL I had to read. The teacher sent home many independent things like a copy of the Canadian Red Papers. Week after week, month after month, it was pot shot after pot shot against the global white man. William Shakespeare (Arguably one of the greatest writers that ever lived), Jules Verne (Who envisioned space travel over a hundred years before it became a reality), and H.G. Welles (Author of The Invisible Man, The Time Machine, and War of the Worlds) are referred to as "D.W.E.M.S" (Dead white European Males). Yeah, The White House is a big, white, fancy residence, but it's not referred to as a B.W.F.R. Significance!!
Disney's Pocahontas was badmouthed at least twice, and in one instance, referred to by Driskell as "America's wet dream". Thomas King badmouthed Christianity, and John Trudell said that celebrating Columbus Day was like celebrating Osama Bin Ladin Day- On national television for crying out loud! The books we were made to read included Thomas King's The Truth About Stories, Sherman Alexis' The Absolutely True History Of A Part-Time Indian (which contained bitterness, complaints, and more than a few dirty swear words), Driskell's Walking With Ghosts, and a few other books of our choice for a bibliography. One of the books I chose was Sherman Alexis' "The Strongest Indian In The World", and I had to take a day off of work to read it.
(Sigh) All of that is only part of what made that class suck out loud. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if only I'd been able to complain to someone. The lengths to which people persist that it's NOT offensive, however, are incredible. For one thing, Professor Terzakis is white, and as far as I'm concerned, a traitor to her own nationality and an insufferable busybody. Everyone else I tried to talk to had the same three responses: #1: We stole their land. #2: Has anyone said anything offensive against you personally?, and #3: I know how you feel.
In the first place, WE didn't steal THEIR land! Some very specific white people did some unforgivable things to some very specific aboriginal people. This happened centuries before I was born, and I'm sure standards and perceptions were decidedly different back then. In the second place, does it really matter if anyone actually pointed at me and said: "You suck because you're a white man!"? People get offended by lesser things all the time. Take Charlie from the old Mr. Magoo cartoons. Do you know how many people complained about that character? Same with Goofy in "Californy or bust". Not only that, but some of the people complaining about the politically incorrect cartoons are often white people themselves.
Then, there's "I know how you feel". Has anyone else ever gotten ticked off from hearing their parent say that to them? I'm an aspie and mom isn't, to say nothing of our being different genders. We literally have brains that think differently from each other. Also, in cases like this, "I know how you feel" means "You're overreacting", "this is no big deal". Hmph. I'll tell YOU what's no big deal, Mom: Struggling to survive in a white man's world! We all do it! I mean, sure, you may have had more on your plate than I have, but does that give you the right to humiliate me? And I know that the class experience may have been intended at least to be similar to what a Native American or other minority experienced in school growing up, but what the Hell kind of logic is that?! Any GOOD parent will tell you that two wrongs don't make a right.
As for struggling to survive and suffering, well, just because I didn't grow up in some trailer park with an abusive father, and be denied education doesn't mean I haven't suffered. It doesn't mean I wasn't always in the "special" group at school with all the "special" kids. It doesn't mean my dad didn't die when I was ten. It doesn't mean I didn't get squished to the ground with my arms tied behind my back by someone over twice my size. It doesn't mean that I didn't go through thirteen years of school, learning pointless information and hurling it back at the people who already knew it just to be a slave to some butter-butt that only ever got angry at me in spite of having mostly incompetent, lazy employees! Suffering just happens to be a part of life.
(Sigh) This thread has already gone on a lot longer and covered more intense emotions and feelings than I ever wanted it to, but I feel like it's necessary to get something like this out in the open if there's anyone out there who truly wants to be friends with me. I'm not racist, it's just that hearing "white man" kind of lumps me into the category, and I tend to feel like I'm getting attacked because of it. Of course, I know the truth: I didn't steal anyone's land, I didn't kill anyone, or rape their wives, or murder their children, or ruin their landscape, and I didn't ASK to be white. I was BORN here, and someday I'm going to die here, and any radicals who don't like that can just suck it up. White men HAVE done unspeakable things, but they've also discovered electricity and atomic energy, invented to internal combustion engine and the video camera, and worked to abolish slavery. There's really no reason I should feel ashamed to be a white man.
Anyway, as I conclude this thread, I'd like to speak of July Fourth, Independence Day. It'd be easy, and perhaps not inaccurate, to say that America was made by white people viciously enslaving the natives and taking away their property, but for the colonists who wrote the declaration of independence, America has a different foundry. It was created by the rebellious inability to tolerate unjust law and oppression, which, at the time, was seen as being initiated by the English. I DO wish I didn't take anti-white prejudice personally, but since I do, I'm not taking it lying down from ANY bully, even if that bully is a teacher, and even if there's really nothing I can do about it. At the time, as much as I despised the class, I did my best in it, and ended up with a B final grade. I wanted to end on a happy note then, but this thread contains my true feelings.