Assalamu alaikum, I was initially going to do a voice post, because I was too lazy to write. Well, after doing about 5 (or was it 6?) or so rambling, what I deemed to be incoherent posts, I decided that I’d do a written post anyway. Anyway, my initial thesis was that while I’m a white person, and thus have experienced white privilege, whether I wanted it or not, whether I asked for it or not, that having white privilege can have a fluidity depending on the situation that you are in. Examples I gave were access to employment, education, and socioeconomic advancement that, had I been sighted, I’d have had more access to. However, a comment via Yusuf’s blog caused the figurative “ehhhh!” buzzer to go off in my head, and all of the arguments I was going to present, to further my point all seem hopelessly filled with the “white privilege” that I say I don’t have.
One statement/example that stuck out for me via the Resist Racism blog was: “14. I’m a person of color myself and …
variant a. I’m white, but I’m a member of a minority group and have faced discrimination …”
Oops, well, there went my whole argument. Although I’m trying to find the “privilege” in having the police called on me because I got lost, or being outright told that I wasn’t going to be hired for a job because I had a dog, or because I was blind, etc. So yes, I’m blind, and I’m white and a woman, etc., and I have been discriminated against, and while I by no means want to use that as an excuse to negate any white privilege I have, or to discount the fact that racism does indeed exist, well… It seems that perhaps I’m doing the very thing that I don’t want to do, i.e., the “white privilege” seems to be spewing forth from me in ways that I do not always realize. However, getting the idea that your discrimination/prejudice is worse than mine is a bit angering. And maybe as a white blind person I’m not allowed to say that. I suppose the next time a neighbor calls the police because I simply got lost, or the next time I’m denied access to an establishment because of my dog, or the next time a crime is committed against me (God forbid) and the perpetrator is found not guilty not because I didn’t know who he was or couldn’t identify him, but simply because I couldn’t identify him by sight, the “dominant” and “preferred” way of identifying your attacker (because that’s what he was in my case), I’ll be grateful because Gosh darn it, I’m white and I have white privilege, so I guess I should just get over myself already. Or… The next time airport security decides to select me for “special screening”, I’ll not mind the humiliation of having my person searched, wanded, patted down, etc. Not only because I’m a “Muslim” and doing so makes the non-Muslim among us feel safer, but, oh, yeah, I’m white, and if I wanted to, I could just rip off the hijab and other “Islamic” atire, and walk through the same airport tomorrow in a halter top, low rise jeans, and stoletto heels.
As a blind white Muslim, I just plain give up in trying to understand how I’m supposed to navigate the complex world of race, disability and religion, because no matter what I do or say, it’s always going to be viewed through the fact that I’m white, and thus everything else is seemingly minimized and seen as an attempt by me to gain some kinda street cred with POC, because “hey I’ve been discriminated just like you”, when that wasn’t even my intention, and I wouldn’t even try to say as much! Because the fact that I had to testify in a court of law to being sexually assaulted, or the fact that I had to give a detailed deposition regarding employment discrimination, or the fact that there are certain websites that are not accessible to me has nothing to do with race, and is a completely different type of discrimination altogether. Yes, I experience white privilege, and I’m sure I do so in ways I don’t realize. However, I don’t think other forms of discrimination should be passed off as nothing, though at the same time, I don’t think that they should be held up as ways that whites “understand” people of color. I’d not go so far as to say that. Because I’ll tell you right now that sighted people will never understand what it’s like to be blind. So as a white person, I can’t tell you what it’s like to be black, or anything else for that matter. All I can tell you is what it’s like to be a blind white Muslim who benefits from white privilege but doesn’t always understand how. And I’m struggling with that. This whole race thing is hard for me to understand, I’m white but I don’t know what that means, only what society tells me it means. I’m supposed to have some kinda privilege, I’m supposed to be on the upper echelons of my society but I don’t feel like it most of the time. Most of the time I feel less than, second best, not as good as. I’m made to feel that I have to work twice as hard, go twice as far, do twice as much. But oh, I’m white, so I’m supposed to have some kind of privilege. And maybe I do, it’s just hard for me to realize what or where that privilege lies.
Maybe it was the privilege of not being more prone to being labeled a trouble maker at school, or being “tracked” and thus deemed not college material, or not smart enough for “normal” classes. Maybe it was the assumption that I’d go to college, while other students were assumed to only be capable of doing vocational work. Maybe within the blindness community and the associated blindness field involved with the teaching/rehabilitation of the blind white privilege is alive and well and at work. However, when you get out into the wider society, that “privilege”, in my experience, goes away. Maybe if I knew what “whiteness” looked like, if I knew what white people looked like, could actually see with my own eyes how “white” is heled up as the standard for all things good, and for all things to aspire to, maybe then I’d finally get it. But for me, “color”, in any shape or form, is just an abstract concept to me, something that I think I understand, but can’t quite grasp, though I’m trying my best to understand.
As Safiya stated in her blog post, it’s a really thorny issue and perhaps I, while still having a knapsack to unpack, may just have a different bag to unpack than most other people. And I don’t care to share the contents of that knapsack with anyone, or to let them see what’s in it. I’m sure many have seen enough to formulate whatever opinions they have about me. And I’m not sure what else to say. There’s a lot more I could share but I’m already feeling vulnerable and on edge about this as it is. And this isn’t the type of struggle that I’d like to engage in online, in the open, for all to see. I will say that in addition to whatever white privilege I possess, I can tell you that I’m oversensitive, emotional, impatient, have self-esteem issues, sometimes have a lack of will power and self-discipline, have a penchant for self-pity that I will be honest with you and say that I’m currently struggling with as I’m writing this, sometimes take things too seriously, sometimes don’t have a sense of humor, and if Pepsi were an alcoholic beverage and chocolate were an intoxicating drug, I’d be in real trouble. What I’m trying to say is that darn it, I’ve got issues! And a lot of ‘em… And I’m working on it, really I am… I’m just not sure I wanna do it on a public blog, in front of everyone, for anyone to critique. And just to bring this back on topic, the fact that I have a hard time seeing how I benefit from white privilege probably goes more to show how I benefit from said privilege than anything else I could say or write. And no, I don’t want any pats on the back for being “the other”, as a matter of fact, I think I just wanna be left alone, to try to deal with these issues on my own. In fact, the idea crossed my mind to back out of this carnival, however, I’d already said I’d do it, so I didn’t want to back out now. But the thing is, everything I wanted to say, how I have always felt like “the other”, by virtue of being blind, and that I never felt a loss of privilege on becoming a Muslim because I never felt as though I had it to begin with, and in fact, being totally blind, seems to have lowered my status, because in my experience, having a disability is a defect, something to be corrected, something “bad”. And that no amount of white privilege is going to erase the stigma of being blind (something that a study I saw once stated that the majority of people feared worse than death, and that they’d rather die than to be blind). It all seems rather mute now, based on the reading I’ve been doing and the recent reactions by some to this line of thought.
I’m just not sure I agree with the implicit idea I’ve been seing that being white would just magicly wash any other issues away, such as say, accessibility, or disability discrimination, or access to jobs, etc. Oh if it were so easy and simple, however, I have found that dealing with multiple minority statuses, whether or not you “choose” them or not, is neither simple or easy.
I’m not sure if this made any sense, it probably didn’t. The thing is, I have a lot of thoughts flying around in my head, and as I said, I think this is one of many things best kept to myself. I just wish that I’d have realized this before agreeing to participate in the blog carnival. Because I don’t think I had anything to add, and upon re-reading Brooke’s post, I’m not sure that I was going in the direction she’d intended. So on that note, I’m going to leave things as they are. And try to deal with these issues offline/privately.