Why I'm White And Celebrating Black History Month

Why I'm White And Celebrating Black History Month

I'm a white, female, college student, sorority woman, and not at all a minority, but that doesn’t mean I’m not celebrating black history month.

I am a white, female, college student, sorority woman, and not at all a minority, but that doesn’t mean I’m not celebrating black history month. We have come an extremely long way in the United States regarding segregation and that is something to celebrate. Many of us would not have our bosses, coworkers, classmates, best friends, boyfriends/girlfriends, husbands/wives, let alone, our previous president if it wasn’t for desegregation laws and our conscious efforts to make our society one of equality. With that said, I am not only celebrating black history month, making it a point of conversation, and blogging because I am overjoyed by our nation's accomplishments. Rather, I am celebrating black history month, so that I may bring awareness to those around me that 1) it is Black History Month, and 2) wow, IT’S BLACK HISTORY MONTH, and Black people (as well as other minorities) are equal! We are all equal.

Now, don’t get me wrong, much of our nation is way past all the segregation nonsense. That’s great, but the sad truth is, some are not. Some still look across the room and see color rather than person. Just one example took place not many years ago in 2013 when high school students in Wilcox County, Georgia, were fighting to set up their first ever integrated prom. FIRST EVER. When I heard this, I got chills. How disgusting that they are getting away with having segregated proms. How are they getting away with it? The saddest part is, that it wasn’t going against any laws. The school wasn't breaking any civil rights laws because it wasn’t actually sponsoring the segregated proms. The school wasn’t responsible, the parents and students were responsible. They were the ones organizing and funding the private events. Like some sick invite list. No colored people allowed. God forbid children of different race associate, let alone dance together. Even worse, when this high school in Wilcox, Georgia came to public light and was called to speak on the efforts moving towards an integrated prom, students told reporters that the posters they had put up around the school for the integrated prom were being ripped down. Students were actually objecting the opportunity to finally have a dance when they could all be together as a high school. And I can’t help but wonder, did they even know why, or were they simply ripping down the posters because their parents told them it was wrong?

As much as this story in its entirety disgusted, and angered me, I really got to thinking, and realized—this happens today. The sad truth is, some of our nation still doesn’t seem to understand that we are equal. They get caught up in the then. How things used to be, or what their old-fashioned grandparents grew up believing, and how they’ve passed on these old fashioned, and completely inaccurate, notions of segregation because “they grew up in the south”. I hear from surrounding college students everyday that they “don’t like” blacks, or Latinos, or Native Americans, or Asians, and when you ask them why they have no reasoning other then that’s how they were raised.. Well it’s a bunch of bull. Do they even know how absurdly ignorant that is? That’s like not eating pizza because your mom told you when you were ten that you wouldn’t like it.

So it all boils down to this, it doesn’t matter how things were, what your ancestors may have thought, what your grandparents still believe, or how your father told you when you were a little girl that your husband “could not be black.” Forget about it. You don’t have to believe what your family believes. You are your own person, and you can choose to be better than that. We are long past those misconceptions. We are a new generation whom recognizes that “separate but equal” means exactly what it says. Yes, we are different, and we are unique, in many beautifully various ways—but we are equal.

That is why I am a white celebrating black history month. In hopes that in remembering how far we have come, we may also spread awareness that there still is segregation. Our nation has come so far, and yet not far enough. No race has come far enough, and we could all do better. During this month of remembrance, do, please, notice how far we have come, but also challenge yourself to be nicer. Whatever background you come from, be nicer, and see each neighbor as just that. “The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:31.

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I'm The Girl Who'd Rather Raise A Family Than A Feminist Protest Sign

You raise your protest picket signs and I’ll raise my white picket fence.

Social Media feeds are constantly filled with quotes on women's rights, protests with mobs of women, and an array of cleverly worded picket signs.

Good for them, standing up for their beliefs and opinions. Will I be joining my tight-knit family of the same gender?

Nope, no thank you.

Don't get me wrong, I am not going to be oblivious to my history and the advancements that women have fought to achieve. I am aware that the strides made by many women before me have provided us with voting rights, a voice, equality, and equal pay in the workforce.

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Please stop.

Because it is insulting to the rest of us girls who are okay with being homemakers, wives, or stay-at-home moms. It's dividing our sisterhood, and it needs to stop.

All these protests and strong statements make us feel like now we HAVE to obtain a power position in our career. It's our rightful duty to our sisters. And if we do not, we are a disappointment to the gender and it makes us look weak.

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Because why should I feel bad for wanting to create a comfortable home for my future family, cooking for my husband, being a soccer mom, keeping my house tidy? Because honestly, I cannot wait.

I will have no problem taking my future husband’s last name, and following his lead.

The Bible appoints men to be the head of a family, and for wives to submit to their husbands. (This can be interpreted in so many ways, so don't get your panties in a bunch at the word “submit”). God specifically made women to be gentle and caring, and we should not be afraid to embrace that. God created men to be leaders with the strength to carry the weight of a family.

However, in no way does this mean that the roles cannot be flipped. If you want to take on the responsibility, by all means, you go girl. But for me personally? I'm sensitive, I cry during horror movies, I'm afraid of basements and dark rooms. I, in no way, am strong enough to take on the tasks that men have been appointed to. And I'm okay with that.

So please, let me look forward to baking cookies for bake sales and driving a mom car.

And I'll support you in your endeavors and climb to the top of the corporate ladder. It doesn't matter what side you are on as long as we support each other, because we all need some girl power.

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I was welcomed in by a handful of people wearing various Arizona State hoodies and T-shirts that were all around my age. They were college students, like myself, but something felt different when talking to them. They were comforting, shy at first, and more driven than the peers that I usually meet.

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As a U.S. citizen college student, you typically tend to think about your GPA, money, and dating. As a DACA recipient college student, there are many more issues crowding your brain. When I sat down at a club meeting for students my age dealing with entirely different problems as me, my eyes were opened to bigger issues.

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It's no secret that the United States has dealt with immigration in a number of ways. From forming new policies to building a wall on our nation's border, we see efforts to keep immigrants from entering the U.S. every day. But what about the people who are affected?

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One girl described the small Mexican town that she grew up in and the family that still resides there. She went on to talk about how important education is to her family and so much so that it was the cause of her family's move to the United States when she was still a child. Her voice wavered when she talked about the changing immigration policies that prevent her from seeing her family in Mexico.

Another member of the club, a boy with goals of becoming a journalist, talked of his depression and obstacles regarding growing up as an undocumented student. Once he was told by his father that he was illegal, he began to set himself apart from his peers and became someone he did not think he would ever be.

All of my worries seemed small in comparison to theirs, and I felt a pang of regret for realizing I take my own citizenship for granted every single day.

Terminating the policy would lead to the displacement of about 800,000 people. We tend to forget about the human aspect of all of this change, but it's the most important part.

For more information about this club, visit https://www.facebook.com/USEEASU/

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