Angry White Woman

There's an article by Philadelphia writer Dominique Matti titled "Why I'm an Absolutely Angry Black Woman" about the ongoing perils of being black in today's world.

In a community near where I currently live, Joel Debellefeuille has been repeatedly given false traffic tickets by police because they claimed he "could not be the driver" of his BMW because his "last name does not match his skin colour".

It's not just blacks who should be angry with stuff like this.  Others should be angry too, hence the title of this post.

I'm angry because when I was in Grade Six I went out of my way to become friends with a black family that had moved into our predominantly white neighbourhood, but I was bullied for doing so.  Because when I was in Grade Ten I supported the relationship between one of my classmates and her black boyfriend when few others did, but couldn't openly talk about it for fear of being ridiculed.

I'm angry because at one of my first paying jobs I worked with a young Native American man who spoke about the difficulties he faced both on and off the reserve.  Because my grandmother once refused help from a black hospital orderly.  Because my own father is of the mind where non-white immigrants who insist on practicing their own faith and culture instead of integrating into ours should go somewhere else instead of twisting our legal system to get what they want.

I'm angry because certain politicians spout anti-others rhetoric and hide behind the Bible and the law to justify their bigoted and xenophobic statements.

Nobody should care about skin colour.  We're all one race: humans.