#BlackLivesMatter

Eliott


 

"This was the first time that my friend realised racism wasn't everyday blackface and racial slurs. It was the first time he considered that the neverending racial microaggressions are just as much a part of it too."

 

This is far from the worst thing that has happened to me, but I feel it's important to share this side of the story.

A (white) friend and I were walking home from the pub one night. As we were walking away from the town centre, two very drunk white Scottish girls collided with us. After a very clumsy apology from the two of them, they proceeded to do that thing: the "wagwarn my G", the "nah, safe fam", the 'I can be pretty black too'. All this madness in a sloppy attempt at a 'black accent'.

Not having the energy for it, I kept my head down and kept it pushing. My friend asked me if I was ok and if it happens often: I told him that I was fine, that it literally happens all the time, and I half-joked that I have a mental folder of "white noise" that microaggressions get filed away under.

This specific incident happened a few years ago, but it's important because my mans witnessed it. This was the first time that my friend realised racism wasn't everyday blackface and racial slurs. It was the first time he considered that the neverending racial microaggressions are just as much a part of it too. Seeing it first hand, and finally getting it, he made a conscious effort to do better himself.


Microaggressions don't really bother me anymore. Well, it's more accurate to say I don't let them bother me anymore. They used to come so fast, frequent, and out of nowhere that it was impossible and exhausting trying to keep track of them all. It's just background noise to me now - "white noise", if you will.

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