So, I'm No Longer White...

Just in case you were wondering, I've decided to no longer self-identify as white. I owe this little piece of revelatory goodness to a little clip I just caught on Colbert regarding Barack Obama:



As it turns out, I can no longer in good conscience self-identify as white. You see, despite the color of my skin, which never really was "white" to begin with, I don't share the "white experience" of being a descendant of those who experienced the epitome of white-itude, or slave ownership, in the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries here in the States.

You see, if we lump me with all those white people, we'd be denying the distinct cultural heritage that I have, as the descendant of early 20th century Russo-German peasant immigrants, with that of the plantation owning aristocrats of whom I am in no way related.


It's almost like drawing these lines in the sand is stupid and pointless and just another example of us carrying on the archaic ignorances of those who died long before we ever lived. It sucks that so many Africans were used as slaves in the United States. My family lived as serfs for hundreds of years in a corrupt and endless cycle of servitude.

Maybe we'd have some sort of common ground to stand on if we could all just get over being so color-coded.


Peace, love, and joy to you all.