I had lived in Mexico all my life. I am mexican by blood, but some ancestors were Scottish by momâs side and by dadâs side there was a white tribe I canât remember its name but his mom (My Granny rest her soul) was very, very white, so somehow, even when the rest of their families were a âNormal, Mexican Skin shadeâ I was born white.
Let me ramble about the so called âWhite Privilegeâ :
For me was hell. White privilege? More like white bullyinglege(I know, I know made up word but I could not come with smething better or worse tbh)
In primaria (is like first years of Elementary in USA)I was name called: Casper, bolillo (its a kind of white bread) and transparent. Kids would push me, ignore me and make stories that I was an evil spirit and stuff. I do not have happy memories out of home from 3 to 12 years old. Kind of sad, I was a very lonely girl. I didnât like that kind of treatment and I preferred to be alone.
In Secundaria (is like the last years of elementary in USA) things werenât as terrible like at primaria. There was a bit of name calling but I guess I got used to it and ignored it mostly. The class I got in got a few white skinned people so the bulling was not focused solely on myself, but shared between us, the whites. But to be honest I have no contact with anyone from secundaria.
In Preparatoria (highschool) Best time of my childhood. People were more centred ad educated, there where a few âwhite jokesâ but those were reserved for my friends. I got a few friends here because we had things in common like anime and underground music, we where like the weirdos but it felt nice to be bullied for another thing that wasnât being so white that you couldnât make me out from a white wall. Honestly! How sad was that? hahaha.
Anyways I got four good friends from here and we just hang out last night even after eleven years.(We met at 16 we are 26-28 now. No they are not white, before you ask.)
Now let us back to the good olâ times at University. I was kind of dissapointed.
There was name calling and bullying for being white again, and had to laugh with them. The other option was to retaliate or cry in a corner and make a fool of myself. I made a few friends here, but they werenât in my class, again anime and online games were the chains that bound us together. From my class I just talk to one person nowadays because I feel some kind of sadness towards the other ones who made fun of meâŚ
Here, happened the most aggravating event in my whole life.
I was working in a proyect database (I was studying a TIC bachelor 4 years) at the computer lab, and a classmate approached me. I believed he would ask for help as I was tutoring another classmate and I was kind of upssetti because it was THAT time of the month(I was kind of the nerd).
So anyways, the guy approached me, pokes me in my arm and asks me âÂżQuĂŠ se siente estar tan blanquita?â (What does it feels to be so white?) In a mocking tone.
I was in my monthly pain, I was stressed because of the deadline for the proyect and I was trying to help a friend with hers.
And this guy, an almost 28 year old guy, comes to me to ask that bloody, senseless, childish question?
I snapped. For the first time in all my shitty life I retaliated. I asked him back; in an angry tone âÂżQuĂŠ se siente estar tan cafecito?â (How does it feels to be so brown)
He had the audacity to actually gasp and to look surprised. He had the hypocrisy to tell the teacher and the whole class on me. I got even angrier. THE NERVE OF THE GUY!
âSheâs racistâ he yelled. âShe called me cafecito (brown)â he yelled.
The teacher was surprised and concerned. She never heard me or saw me being an racist asshole. So in front of the rest of the class she asked me what happened.
I told her he asked his dumb question first. Luckily several of my classmates supported my version of the events and she scolded the guy. We all laughed off the event. But I was kind of sad and scared. What if my classmates didnât support me? Would I have been expelled? Thankfully Iâll never know.
Thereâs no racists or homophobes in this world. Just sad, angry assholes who are afraid to open their minds and be the lovable people their bibles tell them to be.
jacobvanloon
areudirty
andulkaphoto
origamiaround
