I believe life is governed by chance. Chances differ from
race, religion, gender, family, economics. genetics and health. We are given
these differences at birth. Some are permanent, while others have the ability
to be changed. Some change their religion, some change their gender. Changes
can be made to alter our body image that comes with inherited genes. We also
can change the social economic structure we were born into, but that also comes
with a lot of challenges. And with modern medicine, we even have the ability to
change our health if we were unfortunate to have been passed on a cancer cell
through our genetic inheritance, which I was able to personally change. But our
race we were born into is not one that we can change.
I see life, as we begin, like a large casino game of
roulette, a big game of chance. You are not sure exactly where that little ball
will land. Each small pocket has very different categories that make up who we
are brought into this world as. Some have better odds than others. And after
the dealer spins that wheel and then puts down the marble maker on the space
where the ball landed, we are who we are. Oddly enough the color of that ball
that determines who we are is white.
When my time came to play, that little ball landed in the
pocket that must have been labeled “Unearned Race Advantage”. Born as a white
male into a middle to upper-class family in the suburbs of Northern New Jersey came
with many advantages. But I have always appreciated the advantages I have been
given, humble enough to know I
am not better than anyone and wise enough to know that I am different from many.
But being both humble and wise enough still does not make me fully understand
the struggles, discrimination and prejudices that differences & race plays.
Though I feel compassion and empathy, feel the injustice and can support the
fight for equality, I am still at an advantage in this world, not only being
white, but a male as well.
The advantages of a
white male that I get from society becomes louder and louder as I open my eyes
and mind more. I notice a lot of times that my world is easier and situations
are often taken for granted by many of my race and gender. If I cut my finger,
it is easy for me to find a band aid that is the color of my skin. When I
bought my home, in a neighborhood I wanted to live in and could afford, I expected
my neighbors would accept me and be kind to me. When I walk down the street,
and I hear the clicking of the door locking of someone still in their car, I
don’t question it is for their safety. If I have an issue at a store and need
to address it with a manager, someone of my color ( and usually male) will be
the one I talk to. Buying a greeting card at a card shop is easy for me to find
one that has people on the card that look like me. If I go to the movies,
chances are I will see most of the people in the movie who are my race and
color. It is not a problem for me to walk into any barber shop and feel like
the person their knows how to cut my hair. If I get pulled over by the police,
most of the time the officer will look like me and I have a fair chance to be
heard without discrimination.
I completely appreciate
what I have and I am aware of the privileges bestowed onto me, that others who
I share this world with do not have.
So, how can I go to a
protest or rally and chant, carry a sign of intolerance & indifference,
risk an arrest of civil disobedience, and represent those who are fighting for
their rights and freedoms? How can this white
advantaged male have an honest idea of the struggles and anger that are being
fought for?
I often feel like I don’t
belong at certain marches, protests & rallies, feeling very white, very
male and very privileged. I do not pretend to relate to the issue at hand, nor
do I pretend that I have been a victim of the current protest, unless it is an
issue that pertains to me directly, but many of the gatherings I attend do not.
But that is a loaded issue for me. Do I have people in my life that I love dearly
that are black, that are women, that are disabled, that are felt like their
rights are not be honored? I absolutely do. They are my family, my daughters,
my wife, my friends that I helped raised, my community. So I march for them. I
protest for their rights. So their voices can be heard. So they can be
respected, so they are free of this white male driven society that makes all
the rules.
We are very different
people sharing a common place. Though the air we breathe may be the same, the
sun that shines on our faces (no matter what color our faces may be) is the
same sun and the earth we walk upon is the same planet orbiting around the same
universe, we are all treated differently. And often times, way too often,
treated with disrespect, unfairness and hated for being different.