White Women Drive Me Crazy

amazinghowyoulove:

heyitsangryangel:

White women, do me a favor and read this.

This line, in particular, gutted me:

We eat eggs and I tell Y about how when I was 8 years old, I taught my white friend, B (actually called Becky), how to count to 10 in Urdu. How at school the next day she looked at her feet as she shuffled past me, and the white teacher pulled me aside and asked me why I was bullying Becky, because Becky’s mum said I was bullying Becky, and that maybe it would be best if I didn’t sit next to her anymore. She suggested this with the kind of half-arsed, sad-eyed, apologetic shrug that white women perform when it is less of a scene to administer psychological warfare against a brown child than it is to challenge your fellow white woman.

That was my entire childhood.

I remember well the acute shock and confusion of that day. I
had been so damn sure Becky and I were having a good time. I felt so
guilty, despite my mother’s insistence that Becky’s mother was a racist
bitch and that I had done nothing wrong. I felt frightened of myself and
my potential to hurt innocent white girls without even realizing it.

We are taught to walk home with our keys between our fingers for
protection from men in the night, but no one tells us how to defend
ourselves from the white women who will try to ravage us from the inside
out, with a smile, a comment, a betrayal, a vital inaction, a look. How
they will choose comfort over effort, how they will read this and think
I am talking about someone else, another pardon.

White Women Drive Me Crazy