Its a matter of perspective…

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I was reading another blog where the author was replying to a comment that most black slaves sold to Europeans were actually captured and sold by other Africans. The author really took exception to this statement and in arguing against it said, “That’s just as bad as saying that the Holocaust was committed by Europeans against themselves.” I had to reread that over and over before I could figure out what he was trying to say there. Because, honestly, as a Native People, that’s actually how I always viewed the Holocaust.

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Now, we talk about Race

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So. I’m leaving work and I have to walk a few blocks to my car. I’m looking down the street to the next corner I have to cross and there’s a black man standing there, looking up and down the street, obviously wanting to cross. But none of the cars stop, they just keep whizzing by. I knew what was going to happen next. It almost made me want to turn around and go the other way, but he’d seen me by then and I was worried that he would think it was afraid of him or something.

When I got to the corner, I barely had to break my stride. I just made sure the oncoming cars had room to stop before I stepped out into the street. they all stopped of course. For the white woman. As we walked across the street, I tried to give him, I don’t know, a sympathetic look? He just shrugged, smiled ruefully, and marched across the street with his hands in his pockets, looking kind of pissed at the world.

I didn’t want to apologize for my race (I’m actually 3/4 Native American–I just got the 1/4 white smack on my skin), but I did want to somehow let him know that I felt real bad that we live in a shitty-ass world where people who think they are liberal are actually racist.