I have a questionable habit of sharing politically incendiary articles on Facebook. Usually no one reads them, but recently passions are high, with babies in concentration camps and ICE ransacking communities, etc. I shared the following list of steps to genocide. The list makes sense to me; has the ring of truth.
Then a Facebook stranger dropped some other heavy truth on me.
Meh. The government is already on stages 8, 9 and 10 with Black people. The government has been on a continuous stage 8,9, and 10 with Black people. We’re not seeing how everyone else thinks this is something new that you guys are doing.
And I thought holy shit, she’s right. Despite reading and researching and listening and trying to understand the ways in which I benefit from white supremacy (ALL THE WAYS), my privilege is so deeply tentacled into the very fabric of life as a white person that it’s like trying to see through my skin. The United States was literally founded on white supremacy. Native Americans were of Satan, killed, enslaved, disregarded. Black people were the same.
White women aligned ourselves with all-powerful white men, ensuring our second in line to the top of the heap spot, where we remain. Money, power, security. We are safe and protected as long as we know our place. (see Christine Blasey Ford as explained by Brittney Cooper) White women learned about female political power from the Iroquois women, who held equal political power with men of their clan.* We fought for that power for ourselves, but left women of color behind. Because it was too hard to include them or because we just did not care? Now we vote for misogynistic and oppressive policies and people, the results of our votes (ok not mine, but 53% of us) negatively effect women of color more than anyone else.
This post has meandered. I know. I currently have no conclusions.
Song of the Day: Strange Fruit by Billie Holiday
Me and White Supremacy Challenge
*source-Washington Post article on suffrage movement
The Uncomfortable Confessions Of a Preacher’s Kid