This is it. I am turning the corner and shedding my attempts at being welcomed and accepted by the black community. This journey is my own. I will go my own way.
35 years and I am finally here. I will still have my moments of regression but I have since learned that several members of the black community have turned their backs on me after learning that I am pro-life and do not support Planned Parenthood. If this is what isolates me from the black community, so be it. I will fight for the right for developing cells/human beings/fetuses/babies to live.
It doesn’t matter that we probably agree on everything else. No war. No death penalty. No injustice. Social justice for racial minorities. Undocumented immigrants. LGBTQIA+ community. Trump is a lunatic.
I’m tired of hearing tirades against white people. I’m so over it. Stop ranting against white people, band together, and DO something other than protest.
I’m tired of blaming whitey for everything. Did whitey do their fair share of oppressing black people back in the day? Yes. But it’s significantly better for black people to advance in 2017 than in 1967. The white people who oppressed black people aren’t the ones in power anymore. A new generation arose that rebelled against the segregation of their parents. Did anyone give any thought to those white people who thought segregation was wrong and unjust? (Just like the white people who thought slavery was wrong and unjust during the Civil War era?)
And then there’s the issue of reparations for black people. No, thank you. White people can keep their money and their land. See how well reparations worked out for Native Americans? Government-protected reservations with high crime rate, high gambling problems, high suicide rate, high drug use, and high alcohol use. Nope. No support for reparations from this here colored girl.
I’m a black American princess. I went to a Catholic school K-12. Started at NYU with $18K in grants and scholarships and graduated from Hofstra on LI with departmental honors. I interned for a high-profile NY senator for a semester. I was a successful, established sole proprietor for several years after a full-time stint as an entry-level editorial assistant didn’t work out.
All along the way, the people who reached out to me and helped me along to get me to the next level were…guess who?
White people.
In grade school, other black students made fun of me and cut me down as I tried to assert myself as a young, smart girl.
In middle school, the black kids (and “wiggas”) would shut me out of their core group while white people interested in their education would interact with me and eventually become lifelong friends.
In high school, perhaps the roughest period of my schooling, I attempted desperately to fit in with my black peers only to get made fun of or used for my intelligence for the next quiz or test. The only students who were willing to offer friendship without strings attached were white people.
Even the one black boyfriend I dated (in an effort to gain credibility with the black community) dumped me after he made an attempt to have sex with me and I kept to my vow of purity.
So the long and short of it is, black people and I just don’t get along. It’s taken me 35 years to realize this but better now than later. I will never have a black BFF. And I need to be OK with that. Because I have so many wonderful friends—of all other races, though mostly white—who I can rely on.
This is an issue that’s on my mind so I’ll probably be blogging about it for a bit. But I needed to get it out that white people are not my enemy. They literally are my friends.
This Journey Is My Own 
Utter nonsense! You were looking for excuses to embrace your perceived ‘whiteness’. You were rejected by your black peers because they could see you from a mile away….you were aloof, fake and false.
Good luck with your quest for integration and appreciation amongst your white friends.
I really feel sorry for the her.
Its ashame she had to put so much faith in white people.
Her experiences have led her to believe they were the only people who had her best interests.
But the reality was they didnt.
They fed need for acceptance, and desire to be white, just like black peers feed off her intellect and insecurity.
I’ve found no specific group or individual is going to have another’s best interest.
The closest thing is probably a parent child relationship.
And there’s exceptions to that.
I wish someone could have to me a long time ago to simply encourage yourself and keep it moving.
She’s proof that liberalism is truly a mental diseases. Get some professional help as you are one step away from the edge.
I don’t know what’s up with these other three commenters, David, Dennis, and Martin. I can’t make any sense of how or why they could have a problem with such a sweet blog post—one that refreshingly counters the boring and hateful mainstream journalist opinion on white people. I especially don’t see how they, while being racist, are acting as if the writer of the post is the hateful one. These people are the disease, having problems with black and white people getting together to just grill for god’s sake.
oh yes, it’s a delightful little tirade in which a white person, running into “several black people” who disagree with her pro-life position, feels compelled to tell the world that she is “shedding attempts at being welcomed by the black community.” And I’m sure, based on my experience with militant pro-lifers, that she expressed those views in moderate fashion. Did you consider that maybe she’s just as much of an asshole as she sounds like in her first paragraph, and that black people rightly think she’s a right-wing cracker?
oh dear! “several members” of the black community have turned their back on you for being “pro life.” poor you.
First of all, I have changed my position since I last wrote this post.
And second, you’re white. This conversation is not for you.
If Yrump is a lunatic please tell me what the hell Biden is?