"The most dangerous hatred is self-hatred." - Mohandas Gandhi
I've been thinking about all of the nasty things that people have done to me over the years since I was a child and I can't help but to notice that while, of course, alot of those people were white - the majority of them were black or hispanic. You'd think that there would be more comradery between minorities but you'd be dead wrong if you thought so. It's a cutthroat dynamic we have, it seems.
Since the mid-nineties, when I was in elementary school, I can recall plenty of occasions where dark-skinned children made fun of me for being light-skinned in the most cruel of ways. And it was only four years ago when a group of black female co-workers cost me my job when they went through my personal files and claimed that I was making more money than they were by allegedly inflating my work hours on my time-sheet.
So, with so many examples and experiences of hatred stemming from my very own community towards me, I'm left to wonder if the racial truths between blacks and whites are even there at all. I know in my heart of hearts that they are there when it comes to my relations with white people, in particular, but I'm still left to face that trivial question when it comes to my own. I mean, it's an obvious truth that White America automatically rejects a person like myself for being black, but a sad reality is that a good portion of Black America also rejects me, simply for having a lighter complexion than most other people in the community do. My place in the world is a unique one because I'm, in fact, descriminated against by both blacks and whites and that's not a common thing to find. From the earliest I can remember, whites have looked down on me while blacks have critiqued and judged me because of my taste in music, clothes, or career aspirations.
White, black, asian, indian, hispanic.... I've had problems with all of them. I guess that's where my negative people skills can be attributed to. You'll find angels and demons in all ethnicities, I suppose.
I've been thinking about all of the nasty things that people have done to me over the years since I was a child and I can't help but to notice that while, of course, alot of those people were white - the majority of them were black or hispanic. You'd think that there would be more comradery between minorities but you'd be dead wrong if you thought so. It's a cutthroat dynamic we have, it seems.
Since the mid-nineties, when I was in elementary school, I can recall plenty of occasions where dark-skinned children made fun of me for being light-skinned in the most cruel of ways. And it was only four years ago when a group of black female co-workers cost me my job when they went through my personal files and claimed that I was making more money than they were by allegedly inflating my work hours on my time-sheet.
So, with so many examples and experiences of hatred stemming from my very own community towards me, I'm left to wonder if the racial truths between blacks and whites are even there at all. I know in my heart of hearts that they are there when it comes to my relations with white people, in particular, but I'm still left to face that trivial question when it comes to my own. I mean, it's an obvious truth that White America automatically rejects a person like myself for being black, but a sad reality is that a good portion of Black America also rejects me, simply for having a lighter complexion than most other people in the community do. My place in the world is a unique one because I'm, in fact, descriminated against by both blacks and whites and that's not a common thing to find. From the earliest I can remember, whites have looked down on me while blacks have critiqued and judged me because of my taste in music, clothes, or career aspirations.
White, black, asian, indian, hispanic.... I've had problems with all of them. I guess that's where my negative people skills can be attributed to. You'll find angels and demons in all ethnicities, I suppose.
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