It’s not easy being white. Some may
be surprised by this, but being white is not all sweater vests and
polo matches. As a card carrying member of the NAAWP,
I run into just as many, if not more problems than the average minority
and/or amphibian.
Like just the other day I was out to dinner with my folks and when
the check came my father was so embarrassed because he didn’t
have any money on him, so he just had to pay with his credit card…platinum.
It ain’t easy being white.
Or even later that night, when we were driving back, we got pulled
over by the cops. The policeman said he pulled us over because we
were driving into the inner city and he didn’t want anything
to happen to our Lexus SUV. Lousy bigot.
It ain’t easy being white.
It’s tough when I’m at the grocery store and the lady
in front of me is holding the line up looking for her food stamps.
It’s very uncomfortable for me. I try to do the whole "clear
the throat" thing, but that only draws the evil eye from her
onto me when in reality I should be holding the line up because
I have to decided if I’m going to pay with cash, a check,
the credit card that gives me frequent flyer miles or the credit
card that enters me into some sort of nifty contest every time I
use it. I don’t know and sometimes I can’t sleep at
night because of it.
It ain’t easy being white.
I feel so awkward when I go into a KFC and I don’t get looks
from everyone else. It makes me feel ashamed when I order extra
corn bread and the cashier says “Sure”, but what he’s
really thinking is “He must like our corn bread.” It
makes me lose my appetite.
It ain’t easy knowing that if I get a job, it’s because
I’m qualified, not because of affirmative action.
It ain’t easy knowing that when I got accepted into college,
it was because I had good grades not because the college had to
fill its minority quota.
It ain’t easy knowing that when a girl goes out with me,
she was doing so because she likes me and not because she was doing
it to get back at her parents.
It ain't easy having people see me and instantly assume I’m
well spoken and don’t play basketball.
It ain’t easy walking down the street at night, seeing other
white people and knowing they’re not worried about me mugging
them.
Believe it or not, this is my life. This is what I have to go through
every single day and until we start THE revolution or have a parade
down 5th avenue it’s going to stay like this forever.