My parents brought me up to treat everyone as an equal
I refuse to feel ashamed ’cause of my pretty blue eyes
Fuck a Nazi, fuck a white supremacist
Fuck anyone who labels me as that because of my family genetics
I’m not the white devil, neo-Nazi, cop tryna pull the trigger
You can call me what you want but I’d still never say
The white race as a whole ain’t the enemy
There’s racist white people but we’re far from that collectively
White boy, white noise
Sayin’ shit I can’t say with my white voice
White boys, white lies
Don’t tell me how to see it through my white eyes
White people that you hate aren’t your neighbors or lawyers
They’re the Rockafellers, Rothschilds, Bushes, and royals
They’re the people who monopolize the water and oil
And injected your communities with drugs ’til they spoil
Got no patience for Nazis, I think they’re better off dead
They’re fighting hatred with hatred makin’ the hate more intense
I don’t want nothing to do with either side of the fence
Bein’ white and bein’ racist aren’t the same man, I promise
Know it’s hard to tell the difference if I’m just being honest
I deserve the chance to show you I’m not part of the problem
And you owe it to yourselves, we got so much in common
~Tom Macdonald
A couple months ago, a neighborhood near us woke up to discover flyers on their doors, the “KKK” had left them. It’s sickening, to know that kind of hatred exists so near us. I’ve never claimed that racism isn’t a thing. I see it, too. My husband’s best friend is Hispanic. We have a lot of Egyptian American friends. My daughter, Mj’s, best friend is Native American. Mikayla and Wyatt have friends of many different races, ethnicities, and sexualities. We welcome all of our friends into our home. It scared me, when those flyers were put up so close to us. It’s scary, because those assholes who hide behind hoods, certainly wouldn’t find me to be any ally of theirs. It’s terrifying, for our friends. I’m afraid to let my teenager’s black male friend walk home alone, after dark. It shouldn’t be that way! It’s wrong. I have absolute compassion for the people who experience this kind of hatred, just because of the way they exist in our world. For how they look, speak, dress, or love. I promise to never stop challenging discrimination. My only ask, is for the same things I give to everyone I meet. I am who I am. I look how I look. I’m a Christian. I’m in a very “traditional” marriage. I’m outspoken as hell. I’m always open to opinions and conversation. My mind has been changed. I’ve never came from a place of hate or any desire to hurt others. Even if I say something that might be offensive to someone, that’s never my intention. It’s impossible to be someone who everyone agrees with. I’d never expect that. I am me. Imperfect and sometimes very wrong. I won’t be ashamed of my own immutable characteristics, though. I can be proud of my heritage, my parents and grandparents, and their struggles that got me where I am today. I won’t hide my identity. And, I won’t ever insist that anyone else hide who they are. Whether I understand it, or not. I’m always willing to listen. Not every conversation is going to end with us being best friends, but I will show respect. That word, respect, isn’t shameful. The action, showing respect, is something everyone should receive. Giving respect nearly always results in you getting it back. There is hate filled crap that hate filled folks say and do. I’ll never be on their side. My skin tone, my Southern accent, and my religion are not what makes me good or bad. We can’t know who each other is, until we ask them.
Love, Me.
On another, completely unrelated note, my doctor’s orders for investigating this suspicious lump in my boob, got messed up. They needed a “diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound” to be ordered, and I guess that wasn’t how it was sent. So, I contacted my doctor, and he told me he’d send in what they needed. I haven’t heard back, yet. Adam wants me to call again, today. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anything, if I go ahead and reach out again? So, that’s where I’m at, with that…
Chronicles in Submission 
Really interesting comments over your last 2 blogs. Thanks so much. I am white, blonde and although come from a really humble working class background, but got a really good education (on account of my highly Christian background) that has meant significant social mobility for me. You are clearly a special and open person who attracts diversity and inclusion into your life. I think that ,in part, is why your blog is such attractive reading.
Some ramblings in reply to some of your points that resonated with me!
I am not sure that giving respect always gets it in return. I think the level of respect can be shaped by your gender. sexuality, and race. I think it sometimes depends on who you are, and who you are engaging with. I think thar some white people are struggling to publicly hold positive ‘white’ identities as other groups come much more into view and gain more social power. Perhaps some of us (not you, but certainly me) are having to acknowledge positions of privilege we weren’t necessarily aware of previously. The experiences of black teenager you talk about (that you won’t let walk home alone) are unlikely to be ever experienced by my son or probably your son. I doubt my boy has ever seen anyone pull their handbag just that little bit closer when he walks straight at them at nighttime. I’m not sure exactly what ‘white culture’ is. I think we have histories connected to the nation states we come from. I come from Irish and Scottish ancestry, so we would resist being classified as British 😂and I’m not sure we would necessarily see ourselves in terms of the colour of our skin.
Please do keep being proactive about your health.
Would it be possible for you to post your recipes on another blog or on a side link on this one? No worries if it’s a pain, and hey you are not here to provide us with our weekly supper/dinner ideas. It’s just I sometimes think that I would love to cook one of your dishes, and have to scroll back. Sometimes the recipe is embedded and I forget where it is. Your food is yum!!’
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