White Privilege Made Me Do It


I wasn’t going to write about this, but…….

Over the past week, I’ve listened to journalists and read stories concerning the rioters that stormed the Capitol. The wide variety of emotions that I’ve experienced have now left me angry. The images of white privilege are blasted all over my television screen and embedded in my brain. My blood boils every time I see a window being smashed and a rioter climbing their way through. As they climbed and defaced a government building, they were insisting that the Capitol was theirs. As if their taxpayer dollars alone pay the cost.

Their white privilege leads them to believe that their actions would be justified because they were angry. The person they voted for lost in a FAIR election. With a lack of evidence, they insist it was a fraudulent election. I mean, how could a now twice impeached bafoon possibly lose?

Sarcasm of course

What is white privilege, you ask? This picture should sum it up for you.


Because of white privilege, The nobodies beat officers with OUR American flag. The flag that they claim to love. And beating the Blue Lives that they claim to love. They proclaim that BLUE LIVES MATTER… that is until they no longer do.

They are the same nobodies that suggested the black athletes that kneeled before the flag was unpatriotic. And in the words of the orange clown, they are “Sons of a bitches”. But I ask, what’s unpatriotic, kneeling before the flag in hopes to bring awareness to lives being stolen or beating officers with the flag?

Last night CNN showed an interview of a few of the police officers that were beaten by the terrorist. Their individual retelling of the horror story brought chills to my soul and tore at my heart.

Officer Hodges was one of the officers attacked. He was stripped from his baton by a rioter and felt them pulling at his gun while they beat him. He stated that one of the rioters said, “We’ve supported you through all this BLACK LIVES MATTER STUFF,” as if that made them one of the same and instant friends. The audacity to think you can beat officers that risk their lives every day by protecting and serving you but now expect them to stand and fight with you.

An untrained, uneducated deplorable nothing!

The athletes kneeled because black men and women were being KILLED due to who we are. Being questioned and framed because of what we look like. Children being raised by a single parent now because they were forced to bury their other parent. So NO, it’s not “STUFF.” These are issues that are destroying brown and black folks every day!

How dare anyone compare Black Lives Matter to these pathetic terrorists.

I wasn’t going to write about this, but white privilege made me do it.

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!



17 Replies to “White Privilege Made Me Do It”

  1. Anyone should be disgusted at the contrast between the gentle treatment of those who stormed the capitol, compared to the BLM protesters- who were actually there for a very important cause!

      1. No, I did not write anything about it. I just heard it on the news about the protesters who stormed the capitol and read it in the internet. What I meant was … I appreciate your writings better than what I’ve read about that news. Sorry to confuse you. …

  2. At a very young age I was emphatically told by my mother about the exceptionally kind and caring nature of our black family doctor.

    She never had anything disdainful to say about people of color; in fact she loves to watch/listen to the Middle Eastern and Indian subcontinental dancers and musicians on the multicultural channels.

    Conversely, if she’d told me the opposite about the doctor, I could’ve aged while blindly linking his color with an unjustly cynical view of him and all black people.

    When angry, my (late) father occasionally expressed displeasure with Anglo immigrants, largely due to his own experiences with bigotry as a new Canadian citizen in the 1950s and ’60s.

    He, who like Mom emigrated from Eastern Europe, didn’t resent non-white immigrants, for he realized they had things at least as bad. Plus he noticed—as I also now do—in them an admirable absence of a sense of entitlement.

    Thus essentially by chance I reached adulthood unstricken by uncontrolled feelings of racial contempt seeking expression.

    Not as lucky, some people—who may now be in an armed authority capacity—were raised with a distrust or blind dislike of other racial groups.

    Regardless, the first step towards changing our irrationally biased thinking is our awareness of it and its origin.

    But until then, ugly sentiments must be either suppressed or professionally dealt with, especially when considering the mentality is easily inflamed by anger.

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