Open Letter to the tiki torch carriers in North Carolina:
I woke up this morning and (eventually) checked my Twitter feed. Oh. A demonstration in North Carolina by angry, privileged, and misled individuals carrying tiki torches. You’re upset because despite having an entire nation specifically designed to give you a better shot at everything in life, you’re still not thriving. It’s not enough you’ve never experienced life surrounded by hateful people who despise you for existing. You don’t even know what it’s like to face life without every possible advantage at your disposal. You can’t imagine it. It’s much easier to ignore these facts, and pretend to be the victim, instead, eh?
It’s also simpler to waste your life than live it to it’s fullest. Privilege is an advantage, but it doesn’t live your life for you. It doesn’t guarantee you will be on top of everyone else. It doesn’t automatically make you awesome. You still have to get off your lazy ass and build your life with effort, which is what truthfully has you so upset. It’s unfortunate you didn’t focus on making yourself into someone you can love, and instead chose to concentrate on hating everyone else. Every single one who carried their tiki torch around the church, while spewing racial slurs and saluting a dead, meth addicted loser, has publicly announced you are a miserable piece of shit.
That was precisely the message you delivered. Nobody saw you, and thought, “Hey! This person has factual information to share with the world!” We looked at you and were disgusted. What a pathetic tiki tantrum by spoiled brats who haven’t figured out how to adult yet. We don’t pity your invented woes. We know your cause is bullshit. We are aware you’re merely proving yourself one of the poor fools who fell for (weak) propaganda because it was easy and didn’t take any effort. You just want to be a terrorist without consequence, and this group will take anyone with white skin. Finally, you get to fit in without effort or policing your poorly formed personality. How sad.
Barrack Obama was President of the United States of America for eight years. He has brown skin. Obama overcame every single obstacle that stood in his way. Not one of you tiki torch carrying fuckwads has even faced a single one of the barriers he conquered. Instead, you’re bent on creating more barriers to ensure such an incredible achievement never happens again. Even with all the privilege and advantages, in this beautiful country where you automatically have a far better shot at life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, merely for existing, you’re still losers. That’s so fucking pathetic it’s hard to believe it’s even possible. Holy shit.
The worst part is the why. Why are you so miserable and pathetic? The answer is simple. You chose this. You looked at all the opportunities America has to offer you, and said, “Nah, that all sounds like hard work. Instead, I’m just going to make it harder for everyone else, and then pout over not being treated as if I’m valued, when all I have to offer is hate and destruction.” On second thought, I do pity you. If I see you on the street with your bug repelling torch, I’ll hug you. I can’t imagine how awful it feels to be you. Besides, you’re alive, which entitles you to my consideration. You don’t even need skin for me to consider you and your feelings. But if you strike me, my return will end you, so don’t. Take the hug or don’t. It’s yours to accept or reject.
Instead of choosing to be hateful, you can always change your mind and embrace all of America in her glory. Together, we’re amazing. I’d rather you were part of our greatness because I suspect you have something inside you that makes you one of a kind. Not part of some angry group looking foolish. Just you, alone, without all the fake baggage. Oh, there you are! I can see you better when you’re not pretending to be a psychopath. I don’t even believe you hate other Americans. I think you’re angry and frustrated. You’ve accepted a lot of bullshit as true and decided to go with it because you know you can get away with it, (now.)
I’m hoping you figure out this path leads to a dark empty place. Many have traveled it, but none of them are still around to share. You’ve chosen the team that will lose every single time, regardless of how much money and KGB bots feeding the effort. In the end, love and life always win. They’re the point, silly. So think again about who you want to anchor yourself to, and why. Do you want to spend the rest of your life angry and miserable? Many have chosen to do this. We have diseases named after them. I hope you decide you want far more. I hope you opt to be honest. The hate is your thing. I don’t hate you. If I did, I wouldn’t bother writing this.
I love you for being alive. I’m angry you’ve chosen misery because I know it’s a choice. Nobody is forcing you to go down this road. You’re truly only hurting yourself. Don’t do that. Life is hard enough without sabotaging it. You know what’s right and wrong. You’re free to choose. Just remember, every choice has consequences. You’re probably going to get away with terrorizing North Carolinians last night because of your white privilege. Nobody is shocked by this because we live in a nation that doesn’t treat everyone equally. We hate it. We fight it. We do whatever we can do legally to try and even the playing field. We don’t show up and terrorize you, though. We treat you better than you deserve, and you make us beg just to exist.
I hope you think about what kind of future you want for yourself, and make better choices. Your white skin isn’t necessarily going to protect you forever, so please work on building yourself into a decent individual. Nobody can do it but you.