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A Letter From a White Reader

If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you’ll know that I regularly get (long) emails from whites, mostly Americans, asking me to stop judging all of them by the actions of a rotten few. They implore me to “think rationally” with “zero emotion” and stop relaying to the black masses that whites do indeed have some type of power to devastate black people.

Those that are truthful, and there have been quite a few over the past few years, admit shocking racism ( shocking only to them) from their family members, friends, co-workers and even from their children. The main question coming from them is always:

“What can I do?”

Which leads me to this recent letter from a white reader:

 

“Dear DOAN,

I’ve subscribed to your blog and have enjoyed reading your thoughts even though you paint me with the same brush as everyone else. I’m a white male, in my fifties and was born here. Even though I know the playing field isn’t equal, you and others make it seem as though it’s more severe than ever.

I know I’m not the popular person on here, but I have a serious question to ask you.

What exactly do you want from white people? Is it money? Is it an apology? How can I make it so you don’t hate us? Slavery is over and I know the after effects with the prison system caused you a lot of grief but seriously what do you want from us as a collective? Not being rude or intrusive but just asking a serious question to stop all the hate directed at me just for being white.”

 

Signed,

“X”

 

I, along with countless blacks, have written well thought pieces and video responses on the many, many ,many ways whites worldwide can stop this insanity. But for those of you that still don’t understand…here’s a response:

 

Dear “X”

 

As a white male, you are the single greatest contributor to this system we call white domination. What can you do EXACTLY to end this insanity, you ask? Well…

 

  1. If you see something racially amiss, speak up against it out loud.
  2. Take the time to educate your children on racism and explain to them why it is wrong
  3. Admit you do indeed have white privilege and use it to erase barriers
  4. Stop pretending that the things we say don’t count, didn’t really happen or we’re being too sensitive

 

By denying others the right to their huemanity, you ostracize yourself from huemanity.

In the very near future, whites will find themselves alone with zero allies. Whites in Europe who wish nothing to do with American whites, have already began distancing themselves from you. I know this for a fact.

Have you ever thought what the world will look like when EVERYONE realizes that you and your female counterpart is responsible for their condition economically, agriculturally and otherwise? After all, you are the ones that run things, are you not?

Your vote, your voice and your opinion is what counts, isn’t it?

If you truly desire a level playing field, you’ll find a way to do it.

 

Sincerely,

Truthbetold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dear Diary #4

 I think that some Whites would realize what is going on and try to band together with Blacks and other POC to stop the Chinese takeover, but I am afraid that if they are successful in doing so, then things will go back to the way they were before. Whites will go back to being on top and dumping the Blacks at the next bus stop. —— Mickey

Last week I went to get some kerosene. I usually stock up during the summer months when the prices fall so come winter we’ll have enough. As I drove into the station, I did what I usually do, quickly glance around to see if other blacks were there. I use this subtle defense as a tool to keep me as safe as possible. It would seem that I was the only one. I pulled up to the pump closest to the store entrance, went into the store and quietly asked for some kerosene.

Gone was the white manager. He was replaced with a 50ish Asian (Indian) man. As I made my way to the pump, I saw out of the corner of my eye an older white gentleman fiddling with his tire. I kept my head down and focused on my kerosene. The pump was stubborn and did not want to start. Out of nowhere, the older white male with gray hair appeared and offered to help me. Before I could utter one word, he took it upon himself to fix the handle and began to give me tips on kerosene efficiency.

“There’s this chemical you can buy at Home Depot that will make your kerosene burn longer and cleaner. It’ll save ya at least 20 bucks in the long run.”

I peered into his watery, blue eyes and saw that he was looking for something that I never thought I’d see from any white person: Approval. I nodded slowly and thank him and it seemed to delight him further. He told me that he and his wife built their home solely on kerosene heat but that was when kerosene was a lot cheaper. I listened and nodded but did not respond. I was in full Neely Fuller Codification Mode. He smiled at me and kind of waved and began to saunter away but stopped for one more mind-blowing statement:

“Ya know…we’re all in this thing together…we gotta help each other.”

I smiled at him showing no teeth and thanked him once more before he walked away and drove off, his blue pick up truck sending gravel flying into the air.

As I filled up my blue container with the smelly liquid, I pondered his statement. We’re all in this thing together.

Since when?

When were blacks and whites “in this thing together?” And what “thing” would that be exactly? When did that happen? And why didn’t someone tell me that “we’re all in this thing together?” When 9-11 happened, I was in New Jersey enjoying my day off when my friend called me screaming on the phone. At first, only at first, the newscasters claimed it was black guys that were flying the plane. Then they transformed into Muslims. I saw black and white band together in solidarity, crying together, pulling each other out of rubble and dust, only to go back ignoring and hating each other 1 month later.

When Hurricane Katrina happened, I was in Mobile, AL when one of my black patients whispered in my ear, “You know…I was in my yard when I heard the bomb go off…”

Where were whites  when we were drowning in our living rooms? Oh yeah…hunting us with rifles and dogs.

Do you think that whites are feeling that it’s crunch time and they’re not going to have any choice but to turn to us for help? If they come a-knocking, will you help them?

Dry Eyes for America

America the Beautiful

I will not shed a tear

When the end draws near

For America to crumble

When you cower in fear

You brought us here

To toil for free

Never leaving us be

To live in peace

Now you’re diseased

And in need of aid

What about our homes

And our lives

That you raid?

Don’t we matter?

Didn’t we bleed?

All you ever cared about

Were your needs

Screams unheard

Cries muffled

Oh, how we’ve tried

Oh, how we’ve suffered

You laughed with glee

Hung us from trees

Burned us alive

No thought to me and mine

While you lived and thrived

Smirking while we died

The old red, white and blue

Stained with my blood

Stuck like glue

In our neighbourhoods

Guns cocked and ready to blast

At my ancestors

Who were outcasts

Bodies dismembered

Hung from your walls

Traded at auctions

While you stood proud and tall

No…no…my eyes will be dry

When America falls

I look enthralled

While you bawl

You’ll stand there vexed

In your karmic hex

You had it coming

This you must know

Time to reap the benefits

Of what you’ve sewn

You’ll wonder why

I’ll not cry for you

My eyes will be dry

If you only knew

Goodbye, harsh land

Farewell, cruel man

I hope next time

You’ll know where you stand

You’re not I AM

Despite what you think

Maybe next time

You’ll stop and think

A world once fertile

Once green and strong

Now withers and dies

Barely holds on

My eyes will be dry

This I share with you

It’s time you know

It was never about you

Corruption everywhere

Both far and near

All you worship

Is the paper you hold dear

All you ever cared about

Is the gun and the blade

The blood diamonds

And the wealth that you made

Evil to the core

Always wanting more

Never satisfied

With who you are

A crack in your soul

Is how you were born

That’s why you’re

Always needing control

Nature has spoken

Goodbye to you

Your time is up

Your recompense due

Will I cry for you?

No…no…my eyes will be dry

Dry for America, dry for this soil

If you only knew

{I dedicate this poem for Jah, my one and all, my only, my Creator. Thank you for giving me visions of a very near future and comfort of what’s to come}

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