As a white guy, I have the kind of privilege that allows me enough space to realize that I’m sad. Hell, I could probably just walk up to a cop and tell them I’m sad, and they’d offer me some horrible, but well-meaning advice.
But when I mention my Judaism, something interesting might happen. Especially if I told them that my Zionist family lives in Israel. But the real excitement will start when I say “free Palestine.”
But the saddest part of all is that I could say nothing, and just be white, and no one will give a fuck. It’s mostly sad because I’m incapable of saying nothing.
As a white guy, I have the kind of privilege that allows me enough space to realize that I’m sad. Hell, I could probably just walk up to a cop and tell them I’m sad, and they’d offer me some horrible, but well-meaning advice.
But when I mention my Judaism, something interesting might happen. Especially if I told them that my Zionist family lives in Israel. But the real excitement will start when I say “free Palestine.”
But the saddest part of all is that I could say nothing, and just be white, and no one will give a fuck. It’s mostly sad because I’m incapable of saying nothing.
That was quite the rollercoaster and I’ve got a complex bundle of sympathy and relating going on (as a kiwi, not the Zionism)