My week of steroids is over! Jeez I hate these things. I don’t know if any of you need short courses of steroids but they really mess me up. The strange fuzzy head mixed with exhaustion from my lungs overworking. Slowly ‘m returning to some semblance of normality.
Today I worked on White Exceptionalism from Layla F. Saad’s Me and White Supremacy. Turns out I didn’t actually know the meaning. I assumed it was similar to white pride, the belief you are special because of the colour of your skin. Turns out its a lot more insidious. I do love learning but hate knowing that I was ignorant before. Martin Luther King Jr. paints the picture very clearly in his Letter from a Birmingham Jail
I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Council-er or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
If you believe you are exceptional you will not do the work, if you do not do the work then you will continue to do damage. White Exceptionalism is a comfortable patting yourself on the back and moving on with the day content in the warm and familiar safety of white privilege. I know I am guilty of this and must try harder.
Thanks for reading folx, stay safe if you can
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