I’m tired of talking about race. The topic makes me want to concurrently take a nap and scream. Though I’ve been talking about it for a long time now, ever since I was a feisty communist teenager with unfortunate haircuts. Now, I’m bored of it.
However, never having been passive, whenever I see or hear something racist, I feel the need to talk about it. (Unfortunately, sometimes I become finger-in-your-face kind of angry, my neck jerking back-and-forth in a ghetto-like fashion.)
People often seem to believe that racism is something that I imagine, as if I’m some sort of conspiracy theorist. After all, many naïve folks want to believe that we live in a “post-racial” society. Perhaps this post racial society is a place I’m not familiar with, a land filled with gnomes, Smurfs, and fairies made of chocolate. Here is a list of ignorant comments that have been directed at me over the years:
It’s always astounding to me that people really think in these binaries. This is something I simply can’t get used to no matter how many ignorant things I hear. I can’t even count how many times people have been so utterly confused about who or what I am. To them I say, this is America, dumb dumbs— people are composed of dizzying amalgams, nuances, and even contradictions.
I don’t know what is so hard to understand about a well-educated Mexican American woman. I’m tired of talking about race and I’m tired of explaining myself.
Oh Hells Nah is a small and sassy Mexican woman exploring the relationships between poetry, culture, and food. She lives in Chicago, you can check out her blog — like hot dogs for your brain — or follow her on Facebook or Twitter @OhHellsNah.
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