Sorry, I Don’t Own a “Race Card”
It seems that, anytime I raise awareness about my disdain for social constructs (race, religion, etc.), there’s always an opposition army willing and waiting to tell me that I’m crazy, delusional or unstable. In my recent posts about not being an African-American and calling for unity in America, the usual crowd circled my blog, throwing darts and chanting, “This negro has lost his mind.”
The opponents of my viewpoints regarding race remind me of those from my childhood: They fear change, they fear being individuals. I’m comfortable walking my own path in life. I don’t need to broadcast my allegiance to any brotherhood, group or membership (e.g., “the race card”, which most Americans today use). I am committed to my values, committed to my beliefs, which are both healthy and sound.
The difference between myself and America is this: I understand that race doesn’t exist. And with this understanding, I don’t practice the belief that it does. It’s really that simple.
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