Some of you hate me. Honestly, it makes my blood rush. Anger is the emotion I most thrive off of.
But, I wanted to tell you something constructive.
The SC results do not mean minorities don’t like Bernie. I’d be willing to say a lot of people in the minority category really think his ideas are great.
Thing is, there’s a long history of politicians swooping in for votes into non-white communities. Whether you want to acknowledge it or not, people know Clinton. They don’t know Bernie. When you use words like revolution, a lot of people thought the first black president was a revolution. When you say establishment, for a lot of minorities, white people are the establishment.
For a lot of people, there’s a co-opting of words and terms and the use of them in a way that makes a lot of people think “WTF. I thought it was pretty revolutionary to see someone like me in the White House.” Minorities begin the race at a different starting line in the United States, even when you compare equal income households.
This isn’t my opinion. Literally, if you want me to cite studies, this is what I do for a living. Study after study shows that even comparable economic groups have lower academic outcomes when a group perceives racial discrimination.
So, go ahead and flag this diary into oblivion and try to time me out if you want. Honestly, I won’t care. If you want to know why there are a lot of black and Hispanic people who trust Hillary more than Bernie, there are many great spokespeople of which I am not a part. I am more of the devil, the bad guy. You should go talk to someone like Denise Oliver Velez, who is an eloquent speaker and writer.
I’m going to be honest with everyone here and just say… my cousin was shot to death by a cop who got let off because the PD defended him, and that cop carried the weight of white privilege behind him. I don’t have to go through what my cousins had to because my father was an Englishman and I was adopted. In adulthood, I can honestly just sit back, earn my money, and profit year after year.
My adoptive mother worked three jobs against massive racial discrimination. My grandmother on my adoptive side was an immigrant worker who later became a member of the United Farm Workers (please feel free to demonize Dolores Huerta if you want). I have had extreme racial privilege and prejudice at different times of my life. I’ve lived in places where I’ve had the barrel of an assault rifle pointed at my face for looking different, and I assure you that there is nothing on this planet that makes you more aware of your racial composition than a man who is demanding to look at your identification while he waves a weapon in front of your eyes.
So, do whatever. I don’t care. Acknowledge this diary or proceed on the same course. Flag it or rec it. I don’t give two shits about whether people like me or not. I couldn’t afford to care about that when my family was huddled around a cast iron stove on the access road of Menchaca street. I’m used to white people abandoning brown and black people when those same brown and black people need those white people.
I know that’s what white people do because I get the privilege of being a white man raised as a brown man among black people. I hear what white people say because I am white even if culturally I am not. I get to hear when they say “that nigger Obama” and “you date dark skinned chicks” or “your dad looks like a nigger rigger.”
Eh. Who cares, right? This is a diary. Diaries are for expressing pain. Well, there you go. Make your own interpretations.