In the past month, I watched two documentaries that made a big impression on me. Both documentaries made me think about the Black Lives Matter movement, its motivations, and its impact. I have a black mother and a white father. Fortunately, I myself have never encountered discrimination or racism, and as far as I know, neither has my mother. It never occurred to me that other people with the same skin color as me, or my mother’s, often get discriminated against. I find it distressing to see that some form of modern racial segregation still seems to exist in the world.

Documentaries

Two documentaries made me understand better why the Black Lives Matter movement was founded. The first documentary I’ve seen is called “13th” and it’s about the 13th amendment to the US Constitution. This amendment includes the prohibition of slavery. The second documentary is called “Time: The Kalief Browder Story” and it is about a boy who, at the age of 16, spent 3 years in the infamous Rikers Island prison for a crime he did not commit. Both documentaries discuss the cause of the difference in treatment of black people by authorities in America. According to scientists and human rights activists, this can be traced back to slavery and the subsequent path to equality for all American citizens, regardless of their skin color.

Racism in the United States

Black people are still seen as “lesser” in America. In the past, there have even been presidents who have spread this message to the people. They took measures with the aim of reducing crime. At the time, it was quite a coincidence that more and more black people ended up in prison and became the victim of random searches on the street. The closing images of the documentary ’13th’ have stayed with me ever since. It showed images of black Americans, who have been shot dead on the street by the police, without any reason. Or of people that have been killed by police brutality. The last images consisted of photos and names of the black people who have all died at the hands of the police. There were a lot of names. Too many.

Sensitive subject

I notice that I find this a difficult subject to talk about. Still, I think it’s important that we all think about and look into why the Black Lives Matter movement is so necessary. Surely, you shouldn’t be treated differently in 2021, just because you have black skin? You shouldn’t be shot by the police, because you make a ‘suspicious’ move and also happen to be black. We all bleed the same and look the same from the inside. It seems as if certain parts of history are repeating themselves. I would so much like for my children to grow up in a world where everyone is equal. In a world where the color of your skin doesn’t affect how you’re treated. Because who cares?

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” – Martin Luther King Jr. 

Love,

Ghyta 

A few years ago I was sitting in the back of a cab, and the (white) driver was making racist comments about Moroccan people. It made my skin crawl, but I said nothing. She who remains silent agrees.

Until this day I still feel guilty about this. I should have stood up for our Moroccan Dutchies. But I froze, and after getting out I immediately regretted it: you should’ve said something! This is how racism is kept alive!

Growing up in a multicultural society

When I went to primary school my white and left-oriented  parents consciously put me on a so-called “black” school. My classmates were Dutch-Moroccan, Dutch-Turkish, Syrian and Indian.

My best friend had Dutch parents and my other best friend lived with her Hindu-Surinamese mother. I enjoyed staying at my friend’s places. The food at my Surinamese, Turkish and Moroccan friends was delicious and I’d love being there because it was so different from my own home. We’d celebrate Eid and during our yearly school yard party we ate treats from all over the world. As a young girl I thought living with different cultures was very normal and I am very thankful of my parents for giving me this experience.

The high school I went to was also carefully selected by my white parents. My best friend was a refugee from Iraq. We shared a passion for singing, music and boys, and had countless sleepovers. Here parents were sweet, hospitable and I loved the lovely Iraqi pizzas her mother made. We didn’t talk much about their refugee past, but I could tell that what had happened to them was horrible.

After high school I went to university, and I cannot recall seeing diversity amongst students or teachers, at all.

White privilege

My parents meant well, but they didn’t teach me anything about the privilege I grew up with. They taught us that “everyone is equal”, not realising that saying this is the pinnacle of white privilege. Yes, in my heart all people are equal, but in society not all people are treated equally. I now know that black American parents teach their children that they have to prepare themselves for a world in which they are treated differently. They teach them about how to act when they are (unjustly) stopped by the police, to protect them against police violence. They tell their children they have to work harder than their white classmates, to get a chance in society.

For years my family celebrated ‘Sinterklaas’ with ‘Black Pete’, without ever realising that this is hurtful to others. One time in primary school me and some classmates even went to school with our faces painted black, to hand out presents to the younger kids. It’s something that embarasses me greatly. When I was 25 I met my (non Dutch) partner and he made me face reality. He told me: “Yeah right, Black Pete is black because he goes through the chimney. How come he has an afro, golden earrings and red lipstick then?”. Naive as I was, I couldn’t answer his question.

In the years following I kept thinking about racism. As a white woman I am part of a system in which people are not treated equally, purely based on the colour of their skin. My white ancestors were responsible for this and my fellow white people maintain the system, consciously or subconsciously. I have the luxury to choose: either I face this uncomfortable subject, or I ignore it. People who are a victim of racism do not have this choice. They are confronted with it on a daily basis. They have to be alert, whether they like it or not.

Show solidarity

What would be easier than thinking about this uncomfortable subject, is burying my head back into the sand and returning to “she who remains silent agrees”. But we cannot let minorities keep standing up for themselves without getting involved. Straight people go to Gay Pride, men voted for women’s rights and if you haven’t experienced sexual assault you can still support #MeToo. White people have to support the Black Lives Matter movement.

When you are born with white privilege, use it well. Feel responsible, take a critical look at your own privilege and the way you act. Do something, help or protest. Use your privilege to help and support minorities. Read about the subject, watch documentaries. Raise your children with ‘Roetveegpiet’, they won’t like the celebration any less, and talk about racism. Support anti-racist organisations and talk about it with your friends and family.

Show solidarity, because things have to change.

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