"Surely, shooting a fleeing man in the back hurts the presumption of white strength? The sad plight of grown white men, crouching beneath their (better) selves, to slaughter the innocent during traffic stops, to push black women’s faces into the dirt, to handcuff black children. Only the frightened would do that. Right?"
Toni Morrison posed these essential questions in "Mourning for Whiteness" a mini-essay she wrote for The New Yorker in response to Führer Trump's catastrophic (yet historically logical) election. Like always, she manages to lace the past and the present so intricately together.
When will they realize that we ain't like them? That we don't want to enslave, degrade, rape, loot or plunder them? That we don't want them nursing our babies and chauffeuring us around? It's such a pitiful, fallacious fear. It's the loss of identity, of self—a self that was constructed wholly in contrast of "the other." White people really need to learn to identify who they really are, instead of focusing so solitarily and obsessively on who they aren't.
Please do yourself a favor and click here read the rest of her essay, along with the others, on The New Yorker's website. They are all fabulously written.