I'm white. I know it. It's not like I'm living in some delusion where my skin is way darker than it is.
And I'm fine being white I don't think it makes me better than others but I don't resent it either.
For me, color just isn't a big deal.
My problem is with those that do make as big deal of it.
I'm on a school Varsity Cheer team of ten girls. I'm the only white girl. I would be fine with it if it weren't for the treatment I get from my team mates. I've been told to my face that I'm never going to get respect from the other cheerleaders because I'm white. That just seems wrong to me. Am I wrong to think that?
It also bugs me that people use color to define me.
My cheer team cheers for the girl's and boy's basketball teams. The boys team only has one white guy on it but has four white managers all of whom are girls. We were on the bus on our way back from an away game with the boy's team when I leaned back to say something to one of the managers behind me. Most of the ride I had listened to the guys make fun of each other and mock the heck out of their teammates. I asked the girl, "Why can't any body at this school actually act like a team?" One of the guys over hears me and shouts out "Aight Whitie!"
Do I have a name?
I'd been cheering for this team for over two months and all they know me by is "Whitie" Really? And why is it just me? There was a white basketball player and four white managers on the bus but I'm the only one who gets defined my my skin color? I don't go around calling the guys "Blackie" so why can't they grant me the same courtesy? It just doesn't make sense to me.
