is an American student, studying for an MBA in International
Business at Schiller International University in Heidelberg,
Germany. She completed her undergraduate studies in
Russian at the University of Florida)
|Today's white American faces a
frightening and uncertain future.
As his race falls from majority to minority status, he
often fears losing his place in the world.
All around him, persons of other races raise the flags of
their mother nations, adorn themselves with traditional
costumes, and celebrate ancient and invented holidays as
expressions of their ethnicity: generally, he has no one
flag to raise except the Stars and Stripes.
In the great melting pot, before the salad bowl conception,
his ancestors put aside their ethnic differences and intermarried:
Irish and Italian, English and French, Polish, Dutch, Swedish
or German, all mingled over the generations to produce the
white American. He lost his ethnicity, and retained only
his race. During his father's generation, that was enough:
his father had a strong identity as an American.
His father had an American history, an American mythology,
an American set of values. He celebrated American holidays
and ate American foods. Above all, he knew what it was to
be American: the American identity needed no definition.
Now, in the salad bowl era, the American identity has no
definition. America has no one history, no one value system,
and in the current conception should not.
The American nationality has been reduced to mere citizenship,
the common fabric of American life unraveled to a single
thread. And so the white American drifts, his group identity
reduced to nothing but a passport and a color - a lack of
color. Blanc, Blank.
On that blank white page of his withered identity, many
people write their stories.
The white American child learns he is the son of rapists
and enslavers, murderers and thieves, liars and hypocrites.
The accomplishments of his ancestors and brothers, he is
told, belong to the entire world: the guilt of any white
criminal belongs to him and him alone.
Among all the races, ethnicities, and other variously defined
demographic groups, the white American alone cannot feel
pride in, defend, or even define his racial identity without
arousing suspicion and outright hatred.
He cannot form a Congressional White Caucus.
He cannot hang the works of white artists on a gallery wall
and identify them as such.
He has no month, no week, not even a day set aside to teach
his children, his neighbors, and his countrymen about the
origins of the white race, ancient and modern white history,
the accomplishments of white individuals and the issues
facing modern white people.
Deprived of his true history and a healthy sense of himself,
the white American can turn to either of two extremes. He
can fall in with his own slanderers, giving himself over
to self-flagellation, with guilt for his tradition and a
hairshirt for his ethnic costume; or, he can follow the
slanderers of others, substituting hatred of others for
love of himself, clad forever in battle gear, paranoid and
Neither path leads to a better future: the responsible
white American must blaze a new trail.
If we want to live, white Americans must begin today to
lay the foundations for our future and our children's future.
An individual without a strong group identity, a racial,
ethnic, religious or national identity, will be lost like
a lone snowflake among glaciers in the near future: we white
Americans must rebuild our ruined sense of self.
We must raise a fortress to defend ourselves against slanderous
attacks: we must create a school in which to teach our children,
our neighbors and our countrymen about ourselves. We must
clear a festival ground on which to celebrate our achievements:
we must plant a quiet grove in which to contemplate the
errors of our past.
We must remember to leave a door and leave it open to mutually
respectful relations with all other people and peoples.
Perhaps most important of all, we must erect a freewheeling
marketplace where ideas and stories, histories and traditions
from all the white world come together, complex and wonderful,
diverse and still unified, showing that we are not the white
of untinted paint but the white of sunlight, formed by the
perfect balance of a whole spectrum of vibrant colors.
Start today, fellow white Americans.
Look at the faces around you: find the faces like yours,
and see them as your brothers and sisters.
Find the fair-skinned babies, and see them as your children.
Think about your great-grandparents and love them as they
were. Think about your history, American history, European
history, world history, from the weavers of Xinjiang to
the poets of Ireland, from the horsemen of the Caucasus
to the seafarers of Scandinavia - all of them your brothers!
And if the papers insult you today, if a stranger or your
neighbor eyes you with suspicion or hostility because of
your whiteness, resist the urge to respond in kind. Defend
yourself--love yourself--but rise above savage tribal struggle.
You are better than that.
Tonight, talk openly about being white with anyone. Do it
again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. Form groups
to discuss issues, trade ideas, and educate one another;
however, don't forget to have picnics, play games, and enjoy
This is how we must begin: proceed with joy.