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Yes, judge me. Pile
hatreds upon hatreds on
Defenseless pale skin.
Reverse past-bound tides of
oppressive histories current
somehow with our modern
times.
If I were brown, or red, or
yellow, or discontent, you
would venerate and raise
me to your shoulders crying
“here indeed is a saint for
us all.”
But I have no shield of
color-full histories and
ethnically valid heritage.
My brown hair and blue
eyes give voice to
the idea that I am
always wrong.
hatreds upon hatreds on
Defenseless pale skin.
Reverse past-bound tides of
oppressive histories current
somehow with our modern
times.
If I were brown, or red, or
yellow, or discontent, you
would venerate and raise
me to your shoulders crying
“here indeed is a saint for
us all.”
But I have no shield of
color-full histories and
ethnically valid heritage.
My brown hair and blue
eyes give voice to
the idea that I am
always wrong.
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For PETA
Dear PETA member,
Your idealism is charming
But I would like to offer you
A few gentle critiques
But allow me to clarify
My benign intent
I feel you might rush
To condemn my conclusions
I, among anyone,
Enjoy life, and seeking
The transcendental truths
That nature does proffer
And in nature, I have discerned
Your logical fallacy,
If I may be so candid
Please, dont interrupt
All animals evolved to fit
Inside of a niche,
One species often gives way
To another
Badgers evolved to dig,
Mice, to proliferate
Lions, to roam
Men, to invent
And when chimpanzees heft spears
Of their own design, to hunt
Other primates dow
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Why Women Turn To Feminism
Because you do not love us
as we want to love ourselves.
Because of the scarlet letters
you embroider on our chests
as we sleep on yours.
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty
and squeeze mothers and prostitutes
from the girls we really are.
Because Disney fooled us:
we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered
with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.
Because the heroines of our youth taught us
the plastic passivity of our sex.
Because we couldn't be factory-made beauty too.
Because we have spent too long courting tears
and making life-rafts of our pillows.
Because we want the power to reject
our presence, our affection - even our
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American
I am an American.
Watch me say it with pride. Does it infuriate you? Does it make you sick?
How many people have died before my feet? I dont know. Youre the one whos counting, not me. I dont care. I never cared. Is that how you want me to be? Do you want me to be depicted as a sick, cruelty-driven, war-loving fascist?
Maybe itll make you a little less ashamed. I thought we were above childish blame games in the world of today. Apparently not. Ooh, watch me fling around an educated vocabulary and a superb sentence structure. Does it make your skin crawl? Are you angry that Im intelligent? Were n
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Many of you, my dear readers, do not know this, but I grew up in Hawai'i, where things are very different from the situation in the continental United States. In Hawai'i, White Americans have to face racism, something which seldom, if ever, happens to White Americans in the continental US. (This isn't to say that other groups in Hawai'i don't also face racism, I'm just focusing on whites for now.) Just as African Americans have the N-word, White Americans in Hawai'i also have a derogatory term - Haole. The etymological histories of this word not withstanding, it is now used in a mostly insulting sense. How many times was I called 'stupid haole girl' while the kids in my apartment complex threw rocks at me? I've lost track of the times. The thing was, I never even learned the historical reasons why they did these, as well as other, things until my first Hawaiian history class in the 7th grade.
When I was studying at the University of Hawai'i, I took a Hawaiian studies course. I would have taken the course if it had been required or not, I had been fascinated by Hawaiian studies in Intermediate and High School, I haven't changed to this day. In this class, understandably, we came across the subject of racism, in this case whites against Native Hawaiians (all you have to do is skim over Hawaiian history to see how badly the whites treated the Hawaiians, especially King Kalakaua and Queen Lili'uokalani, amongst many thousands of unnamed others). I agreed with the idea that there were still instances of racism in Hawai'i as a result of this clash in the 1800s. My only qualm came up when I spoke about the racism that White Americans face in Hawai'i (for example, when my family first moved to O'ahu, my father had people turn him down for jobs because he is haole), I was told this was 'reverse racism' and was, somehow, different. The undercurrent of opinion of some of the students (though not the teacher) was that this was justified because their ancestors were abused by whites that I, and many other White Americans in Hawai'i, weren't even related to.
In my poetry class today we read several poems from Audre Lord (a very good poet - I recommend her to anyone who likes passion in their poetry). Lord was an Indian American (of West Indian descent) woman who also happened to be a lesbian. As a result of discussing her poetry within her social context, the concept of 'The White Supremacy' came up. This is understandable - Lord wrote during the period of the Civil Rights movement and was a social activist; she addressed many of these issues in her poems. What I had trouble with was how much 'The White Supremacy' side of things came up and how strongly some of the people (all of whom were, ironically, white upper-middle class Americans) in my class felt about it; and by this I mean how much certain people used it as an excuse to bash and abuse all persons who have white skin and primarily European ancestry.
The discussion today, as well as my background in Hawai’i and how I have seen certain things being emphasized in favor of others (be it in something as wide spread as lawsuits or as individual as academic learning), lead me to write this poem. I have said it before and I will say it again – I refuse to be judged on my ancestry and skin color. As well, I refuse to judge others on their ancestry or skin color. I refuse to believe that it’s easy for ‘whites’ to ignore race or ancestry because ‘they have none’ (I kid you not, I have heard this argument used – my Scottish ancestors alone would be rolling in their graves at this, let alone the dozen other nationalities I have). I don’t want special treatment because of race or ancestry and I won’t treat anyone differently because of it. I believe in treating people based on what they can do, not what color they are. I wish that others could share these beliefs with me, be they African American, Asian American, Native Hawaiian, Native American, Mexican American, or even not American at all. After all, in these modern times, people are being prejudiced against more for their income and economical standing than their skin color anyway. But that’s another discussion.
Before some of you overreact, I am not racist, I am not a white supremacist, I am not in any way prejudiced against anyone. (Well, people who remain willfully ignorant kind of irk me, but I'm still willing to talk to them and accept their opinions, even though I may not agree.)
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When I was studying at the University of Hawai'i, I took a Hawaiian studies course. I would have taken the course if it had been required or not, I had been fascinated by Hawaiian studies in Intermediate and High School, I haven't changed to this day. In this class, understandably, we came across the subject of racism, in this case whites against Native Hawaiians (all you have to do is skim over Hawaiian history to see how badly the whites treated the Hawaiians, especially King Kalakaua and Queen Lili'uokalani, amongst many thousands of unnamed others). I agreed with the idea that there were still instances of racism in Hawai'i as a result of this clash in the 1800s. My only qualm came up when I spoke about the racism that White Americans face in Hawai'i (for example, when my family first moved to O'ahu, my father had people turn him down for jobs because he is haole), I was told this was 'reverse racism' and was, somehow, different. The undercurrent of opinion of some of the students (though not the teacher) was that this was justified because their ancestors were abused by whites that I, and many other White Americans in Hawai'i, weren't even related to.
In my poetry class today we read several poems from Audre Lord (a very good poet - I recommend her to anyone who likes passion in their poetry). Lord was an Indian American (of West Indian descent) woman who also happened to be a lesbian. As a result of discussing her poetry within her social context, the concept of 'The White Supremacy' came up. This is understandable - Lord wrote during the period of the Civil Rights movement and was a social activist; she addressed many of these issues in her poems. What I had trouble with was how much 'The White Supremacy' side of things came up and how strongly some of the people (all of whom were, ironically, white upper-middle class Americans) in my class felt about it; and by this I mean how much certain people used it as an excuse to bash and abuse all persons who have white skin and primarily European ancestry.
The discussion today, as well as my background in Hawai’i and how I have seen certain things being emphasized in favor of others (be it in something as wide spread as lawsuits or as individual as academic learning), lead me to write this poem. I have said it before and I will say it again – I refuse to be judged on my ancestry and skin color. As well, I refuse to judge others on their ancestry or skin color. I refuse to believe that it’s easy for ‘whites’ to ignore race or ancestry because ‘they have none’ (I kid you not, I have heard this argument used – my Scottish ancestors alone would be rolling in their graves at this, let alone the dozen other nationalities I have). I don’t want special treatment because of race or ancestry and I won’t treat anyone differently because of it. I believe in treating people based on what they can do, not what color they are. I wish that others could share these beliefs with me, be they African American, Asian American, Native Hawaiian, Native American, Mexican American, or even not American at all. After all, in these modern times, people are being prejudiced against more for their income and economical standing than their skin color anyway. But that’s another discussion.
Before some of you overreact, I am not racist, I am not a white supremacist, I am not in any way prejudiced against anyone. (Well, people who remain willfully ignorant kind of irk me, but I'm still willing to talk to them and accept their opinions, even though I may not agree.)
Copyright restrictions: You may not reprint or quote the poem or the essay attached without written consent of the author. If you are given permission, you must attribute and cite accordingly.
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It's not the racism against white people that I hate, it's the hypocrisy of the fact that the self-proclaimed 'conscious' people are the ones sustaining it.