Dear White Girl
when you can be killed at birth for being born with a vagina
when you are harassed and treated like a lesser being for your gender
when you have to walk to school down streets where men outnumber you 10-1 with a constant fear of being molested/raped
when you get eve-teased, groped and cat-called almost every day
when you cannot complain about sexual harassment to your family because that just reaffirms their belief that girls must stay at home instead of going to college
when your aunts constantly draw attention to your dark skin and your frizzy hair, and tell your mother in falsely sympathetic tones that it’ll be hard to find a proposal for you
when the media constantly bombards you with with ads showing the fair girl getting the guy/job, sending you the message that your worth is tied in to your skin color, that you will never be good enough
when the people who systematically oppressed and killed your ancestors now treat your gods like relics of a people who no longer exist
when the people who once treated your religion as something barbaric and primitive now appropriate the gods you revere and worship to get them tattooed on their asses
when you have a father who raises you to speak English and not your native language so that you will not have to suffer the same discrimination that he did for not being able to speak English
when your mother is automatically labelled traditional and backwards for going to a supermarket in a foreign country wearing a sari
when you are killed in a foreign country and your death is labelled as an accident because “that psycho thought she was probably a Muslim ‘cause of her scarf” as if it’s somehow okay to kill a Muslim
when you have to forgo your own culture to fit in because otherwise you’re “papadom” or “the curry girl”
when you have to eat and sleep in a separate room and not touch anything when you’re on your period because you’re considered ‘impure’
when people make fun of your “weird” name
when the media either hypersexualizes you as an exotic sex goddess or portrays you as a desexualized, submissive person with no say in relationships
when you have a grandmother who still has nightmares about hiding down a well for days when the British raided her village and raped the women
and relatives who are still haunted by the ghosts of colonialism, war and communal violence
when you have taken all the shit and ugliness that comes with being a girl of Indian skin and Indian blood
when you have taken all that is unglamorous about our lives
then you can share the glamorous
then you can celebrate Holi
then you can rock the Bollywood ‘princess’ look at your Halloween parties
then you can wear a fucking bindi.
I will never get tired of reblogging this beautiful post. Dhanyavad.
When I’m curious about your race that does not make me racist.
I was watching a comedian on YouTube, & a couple people in the comments asked whether the comedian was Indian or Muslim. And the top comment made a reply saying “You guys are racist, it doesn’t matter what he is, he’s a good comedian & that’s all that matters!”
And I’m like ‘“Woah, woah there buddy. No one was saying he was less or more of a comedian because of his race. No one was being racist. Being curious about someone’s ethnicity doesn’t make that person racist.” And people thumbed up that comment! @.@ I seriously hope people don’t think that being curious about someone’s ethnicity is racist… it’s totally normal to be curious as long as you don’t discriminate.