I, racist. (part 1)

So why start slow, when you can start with a bang?

RACISM.

But why? 

Well, my facebook feed has had a lot of discussion (euphemism much?) on it about the ongoing racism in South Africa, white privilege, system discrimination and so on. A number of good, productive interactions have taught me a massive lesson.

I’m a racist. No, not in the hate speeching, name calling, obvious way. I do my very best to treat every person I interact with, with the same respect, but by living in this country I’m part of the very real system of racism that exist in South Africa. I’ve learnt that I hold a very real position of power over blacks, coloureds, indians and asians in South Africa. I’m seen by society as more trustworthy, harder working, more responsible and reliable based on the colour my skin. I’ve learnt what white privilege is and that it is, while not something I should feel guilty about, something I need to be CONSTANTLY aware of.

And amidst everything I’ve learnt this most important lesson: my first and foremost contribution to discussions of race should be to STOP, KEEP QUIET and LISTEN. And should I talk it should be to ask those on the receiving end of racism how I can contribute to the change necessary in our society.