This weekend in Charlottesville, Virginia, we saw what might have been the first battle of the second Civil War. The white supremacists have thrown down the gauntlet and challenged anyone who isn’t their ethnicity to a war to preserve white power and privilege.
News flash. This white man wants no part of your war. I want neither the power nor the privilege they seem to think I deserve, just because I’m caucasian. (Though they probably hate me anyway ’cause I was raised Catholic and I’m gay.)
Anyway, it’s a moot point, because I quit.
I hereby resign from the caucasian race, effective immediately. They can keep their white sheets and burning crosses, and put their Confederate (read: losers) monuments where the sun don’t shine. I don’t care anymore. I’m sick of apologizing for them. I’m sick of being embarrassed by them. I’m sick of strangers assuming that because I’m white, I’m probably a racist. I’m sick of having to say I’m not one, because nobody believes that when have to you say it.
So I quit. From now on, when somebody refers to me as a caucasian, I will tell them, “No, I am not. I am a human.”