I’ve been working on the below article for a few weeks, as mentioned below it started after seeing a video of a young white male “poetry slamming” about being sorry for his presumed “white privilege.” And maybe for him some of it holds true, he’s from wealthy parents, who no doubt work hard to provide for their son. Most of all, his parents are together. His privilege stems from the fact that he has positive role models to watch and learn from. With today’s suicidal encounter of a woman who used her son as a shield while waving a loaded shotgun at police officers, I felt the time is right to release this article. Enjoy!
On Monday July 11th a video turned up on YouTube showing a 14yr old “white boy” owning his “white-boy privilege” apologizing for his whiteness, stating that he was born at the top rung of the social ladder, and how he’s sorry, but that he also doesn’t want to give up his privilege. Maybe he grew up a spoiled brat, with enabling parents that allow him to curse, and with everything handed to him by those same mediocre parents in a good neighborhood and schools being raised by a nanny because mommy and daddy are too busy with their careers to bother with child rearing. But that doesn’t mean all white people share his same presumed “white-boy privilege…”
Now first off I’m not afraid to speak out against the concept and notion of White Privilege. Why you might ask? Well simply put, because I’m not saddled with white guilt, and anyone who knows me can attest to that fact. My family immigrated from Scotland many years after the Civil War ended, my family never owned slaves, and my family heritage is that of centuries of servitude, and oppression under the Nobles and Kings of England. So not an ounce of white guilt in my body. And because of that I’m not sorry for being white. I’m not sorry for the things my country did to become great, I’m not sorry to the Natives for Manifest Destiny, I’m not sorry for the history of slavery, because my family had no part in it, and even if my ancestors had owned slaves, I didn’t and wouldn’t be sorry for their mistakes. I’m an American, a blessed and proud born and raised American. I’m extremely proud of the country I am a citizen of. I love our Constitution, Bill of Rights, our Flag, my fellow Veterans, and American Culture. I’m proud to be part of the nation that gave the world Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. who, I suspect, would be ashamed of what black culture in America has turned into thanks to the victimhood mentality. Our nation is so far from “…where a man is judged, not by the color of his skin, but by the content of his character.” That I wonder if anyone today in black culture really understands the meaning of Dr MLK’s speech. It’s really sad honestly.
So, about me, I’m a mid-30’s husband and father with a comfortable middle class job, and I own and operate a small family farm. I’m a Network Engineer for a large corporation, and aspiring writer and podcaster. But it isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, there are hard times, and tough days or weeks of stress and worry.
When I showed up on this planet, my parents had been married for 4 years. My father was abusive to my mom, who stayed for a while, then one day his abuse turned towards me, and the next day we left. From the age of 2 ½ I was being raised by a single mom. I was lucky to have my Grandpa there to be that strong male role model in my life. My mom worked two jobs, so I spent a lot of time alone. Even having my Grandpa around, I still have a very troubled teenage season in my life. I was running the streets at all hours of the night because my mom was at work, and let’s face it, no 15yr old alive is scared of their mom. White privilege never got me out of getting pulled over by the cops for doing stupid stuff in my car, like speeding, or doing donuts in a parking lot. There was no privilege growing up in a single parent home, mom working her butt off to barely get by. Mom missed a lot of meals so that I wouldn’t. Even with all the stupidity of my youth, I thankfully never tried any drugs or got into any serious trouble outside traffic tickets and ditching class. I rarely drank anything with alcohol in it, and usually it was a Boones Farm or Wine Cooler that my mom would buy so I could do so safely at home instead of out with my idiot friends. The same idiot friends that thought I was badass for going to jail for 5 days for not doing community service for those aforementioned speeding tickets. Those “friends,” by the way, aren’t in my life anymore. I can’t even remember most of their names. Though I’m sure most of them are still doing nothing with their life back in Northern California surviving off the state’s welfare teat.
As a teenager, I hated school, I tested out and left High School at 16, then took the GED at 22 to join the Army. Spent 7 years in the Army, surviving combat, then rejoined civilian life in 2009. Initially I had a very hard time finding work, even as a veteran there just weren’t many jobs available for a white male. Not sure where the privilege comes from, I sure was looking for it and hoping it would show up and make life easy. It seemed that minorities had all the privilege attributed to skin color. Equal employment quotas, Affirmative Action, food stamps and free cash. Finally I landed work as an Electrician for a couple years until the economy collapsed, thanks to the housing bubble bursting (that same bubble caused by the Government subsidizing high risk loans to borrowers who couldn’t afford to pay the loans off, aimed primarily at minorities.) After the housing bubble burst, I decided to go back to school and earn my degree. While in the Army I had studied Political Science, but I never finished due to deployments and general laziness towards school. But in 2009, I was 29, more mature, plus I also had this beautiful little girl looking up at me, that needed her dad to do well so he could take care of her. That was the biggest motivation a man could have, and I needed it. So 3 ½ years later, and Lord knows how many sleepless nights, and fights inside my head convincing myself not to give up, I completed my Bachelors of Science thanks in part to the Montgomery GI Bill (that I paid for in blood sweat and tears in the hellholes of the Earth.) Nothing was given, no color saw any privilege in my school. My bachelors program started with 20+ students, and 5 graduated, yes 5, a 75%+ attrition rate. No privilege, no special treatment, I lost a lot of sleep making sure I kept my grades up so that my degree would actually be worth something when I put it on my resume.
I graduated second in my class, a 3.42 GPA, with a degree in a very high demand field, and it still took me over 8 months to find work. Again, nothing was given, no privilege points because I’m a white man. I’ve never once in my life felt that my skin color, or gender, granted me any advantages in life. Everything I have today, my career, my opportunities in political writing, my farm, my boat, my cars, everything, I worked for it. I sacrificed time with my kids, I missed holidays, and risked my life. I’ve shed my blood, worked till I passed out, and have missed more than a few dinners along the way, so my kids could eat. Nothing was given, I’ve earned it all. I’ve failed more times in my life than I’ve succeeded. The best statement I’ve heard on success and failure has proven completely true in life, “I’ve failed over and over again, and that’s why I succeed.” –Michael Jordan
So yes, I’m a white male in America, I have a great life, and am living the American Dream, but it wasn’t given to me, I earned every inch of my success, and I’m not sorry for it.
-The Mid `Merican