Mariel's experience.
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Chapter two: Apparently I'm rich.
Apparently I have no personality well "we" don't have personality white middle aged woman. Michael says all I can talk about is never relevant in any time zone,he says I try too hard and I'm pretentious but what can I say besides "#blacklivesmatter"?
Yesterday I approached a young black woman who wore her natural her out and I said to her " your hair looks wonderful " and she said " my hair is not your amusement" and I thought to myself when did completing someone become offensive?? And i wasn't even planning on touching it although she had a point it was infact amusing.
So it seems my aim at making a multicultural group of friends is far fetched because whatever I do or say with pure intention, I'm stereotyped,always!
Karen this ,Karen that " I don't even have a bob and my hair is not blonde " its brunette and I'm not white I'm mixed although i look purely white. Michael said I should touch grass because it seems those trending ethnicity dna tests on social media have got into my head and that's not fair because my grandmother's Chinese and he knows because he adores her. And No! I don't own a boat , No! I didn't attend private schools or had a personal chef, I lived in a trailer park.
I'm not looking to make multicultural friends for some sort of " televised documentary"
White folks make about multicultural people especially Africans. If you would ask me, African children are not the only hungry children, they're just innocent children who are shown frequently because they're vulnerable and welcoming.
As if history books where not enough to know what African people live and look like.
These children don't know the ill intentions of journalists who create munipulatuve propaganda against third world countries which they exploit then call them "hungry Africans ".
My mother raised me alone because my father who was Scottish ran away ,the same way all men do not just black men, he went to buy "milk" never seen or heard of him since ,although he might be in prison. It made sense that he had to drive a 10 km distance to a supermarket to buy "milk" because it was not like we were fortunate like Africans who live with their livestock ,but then i was taught they were hungry??
Most of the time I slept with an empty stomach because my mother had two under paying jobs and worked both day and night shifts and was still underpayed not because she was white.
I had two twin siblings who were toddlers and ate like they didn't know the situation because ofcource they didn't know the situation they were children. So I often let them be, and so I would sleep with an empty stomach and wait for the next day to follow.
My mother wasn't struggling because her generationally wealthy family cut her off because she married some commoner in the 1900s because of " love" she was an orphan ! She frequently bounced from foster home to foster home like unwanted black babies because apparently she was too old and aware to be adopted. And now apparently black babies are in the market because adoptive white folk parents with ill intentions have crafted business odeals by gaining money from people because of their "black child" as they potray themselves as saints so says my mother her words not mine ....
All I can say is ...
I've only tried being friends with Michael
Because quite frankly I don't have any friends except my teenage daughter who hates my company and even her doesn't count as a friend and the only reason why I say #blacklivesmatter whenever I'm in Michael's presence is because he never answers me unless I say it and everytime he responds he speaks politically and to be clear i'm not racist , im broke and simple just white with no intention. I think Michael resents me for being white and you would often hear odd remarks like "she's prolly going fishing with her grandfather's yatch from WW2" whenever I say happy weekend.
Did i mention I was broke?
That's all in the past now because I got under his skin after one night of karaoke. After all it seems i wasn't the problem while Michael ignored me it seemed it was because apparently our boss treated him differently because he had dreadlocks and they were "informal".
So it seems the old heads still think their ways work?
And I thought I was the problem?
Sighs in friendships goalssssss........
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