Sadly, this dispensation has created cultural monsters, who rather strangely have been given a public platform to further showcase and support their madness. An example of this is Rachel Dolezal, a former civil rights activist who is a Caucasian female. Rachel has chosen to identify as a black woman even though both her parents are white. Dear Rachel has told the world that although she could never completely understand the struggles black people had to face and still do face in society today, she still earnestly believes she’s a black female and has chosen to identify this as her race because she’s always had a deep affection for our culture.
Should I now identify as a Chinese man because I have a deep love for a Hong Kong style sweet & sour chicken meal? Do I change my ethnicity on the forms that I sign to Indian because I devour a curry every Friday night? Furthermore, even If i one day wake up and come to the conclusion that I want to be classified as another race, do I now automatically understand the obstacles that race has faced over several centuries, in a matter of months? To think as such would be a massive insult to that culture regardless of how genuine my feelings are.
“Racism does not have a good track record. It’s been tried out for a long time and you’d think by now we’d want to put an end to it instead of putting it under new management.”
― Thomas Sowell
Accepting established concepts is almost unheard of in our day and age. Society has chosen to challenge nearly every stem of belief without any substantial evidence to disprove that particular idealism and rather than take time to actually study and understand why this concept exists in the first place, they choose to base their entire argument on emotion and sensationalism. Challenging the status quo is not a bad thing but without balance we can easily fall into the trap of throwing the baby out with the bath water and failing to realise there are things that have been tried and tested for a reason.
Nevertheless, the main reason for my sadness and ultimately anger is that in the year 2017 black men and women are being forced to demonstrate to the world that we are in fact human beings. We’re constantly being asked to show and prove that we feel, love and hurt like everyone else, in an effort to prove the myth that black people, because of the colour of their skin are somewhat different to every other race.
Black people are not a commodity. We are not prizes you win at a raffle, nor are we trophies to be placed on a mantle place. We are not mutants that are to be hunted and caged, neither are we experiments to be dissected and discovered. We are not subjects of inspiration porn, paraded across social media to be commend on how good we are at being human. We breathe the same air, bleed the same blood and produce the same secretion as other homo sapiens. We don’t desire documentaries to be produced to further explain our incredible abilities and we don’t need countless think pieces to break down the majesty of our sacred ethnicity. We do not march on the streets screaming ‘black lives matter’ because we just want to make a scene. We’re not in search of special treatment but rather equal rights. The fact we choose to make a stand at any given moment is not because we haven’t moved on from past atrocities, it’s because we are still fighting for the very basic necessity of life itself, and that is equality. Our women don’t need to be quieter and our men don’t need to be more effeminate so that we will finally be accepted. Black people just need to be treated like everyone else, and although you might that is such a simple notion, it is an extremely rare thing to see nowadays.
Thankfully, the remedy for this disease is quite straightforward. Simply take a moment to consider how dangerous it is to entertain such thoughts, think first before you open your mouth and most importantly stop trying so hard.
Respect and love us not because we’re black but because we are human, just like you.
Words by, Daniel (db Captures)