I am a young white woman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short speech about racism, and how it affects me.

Submitted: December 07, 2015

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Submitted: December 07, 2015

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I am a young white woman who didn’t understand the meaning of racism until I was twelve. I never judged anyone based on skin color even though my parents were white. I was never taught to hate any one race or skin color. I was taught treat people the way you want to be treated. However, I am a racist because I am white. I cannot tell a colored person that I never owned slaves because it doesn’t matter; I am a young white woman and slave owners in America were white. I don’t even know if I have any colored race in me other than Native American, but I am just white. I am blamed for crimes I did not commit. I am told that my people are bad. Why? I’m not a bad person. Am I? No, I am white so therefore I constantly suppress other races from being treated equally. I cannot paint my skin a darker color to impersonate someone I admire because people with the same skin tone did it in a racist way. I would stand with a colored person to get them equal rights, but I don’t agree that Chris Brown was completely innocent because I didn’t see what happened, so therefore I am racist. I never heard of white privilege until I was fifteen, but it is my fault it exists. It is my fault I was born white instead of another color.

  I chose my skin color, I chose my ancestors, so it is my fault they committed horrible acts against people of color. I just want people to stop judging me on my race, but I deserve it. I don’t have to deal with racism or hate even though people say that my race are white devils. I don’t understand what poverty is like even though many days I’ve gone without food. I don’t have the right to use my ancestors to prove a point even though my ancestors were killed off in the hundreds. I don’t know what it is like to be told I can’t do something, or being looked over even though I’m four foot eleven and a girl. I am a young white woman and I hate being white because everyone seems to hate me because of it, but I’ve done nothing wrong.


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