I have pale skin and pale blue/grey eyes.....but I'm not 'white'.
I'm a first generation Australian of Sri Lankan descent.
I look just like my dad, he was from the U.S. He was 'white'. I am not.
People think I am. People think I am like them. But I'm not.
People think it's ok to make racist jokes in front of me. But it's not.
People are far too polite to make racist jokes in front of those of other colour or culture...those who are the butt of their jokes. But it's ok to make the jokes in front of their 'white mates'...like ME. They think it's not racist. But it IS.
So...to the guy at Kmart who makes fun of the Asian lady who speaks English with a strong accent - how many fucking languages do YOU know and how would you sound trying to speak something other than your native tongue?
To my ex brother in law who made condescending remarks about the table of Chinese people sitting in a Chinese restaurant, speaking.....CHINESE to each other...OMFG. If YOU were in another country with your family/friends....what language would YOU be speaking?
To the English migrant c*nts who lived next door to my cousins when they were growing up and spray painted "ASIANS GO HOME" on their driveway - You have no idea of the pain you caused two young kids who were BORN in Australia. The trauma you caused their mother, so much so, that she wouldn't let them outside in the sun in case they got 'too dark' and were made fun of even more.
I love this country, I was born here, bred here.... but sometimes I feel like I am suffocating. The racism is EVERYWHERE and at every level. I see it and FEEL it because you think I'm white.
But I'm not.
This post is dedicated to my beautiful cousin/godson Peter, who passed away one year ago today.
The kids and I miss you SO much xxx