A white guy told me he was tired of being called a racist all the time. So I told him, “well, then, don’t be a racist.”
“I’m not a racist, but they keep calling me one!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, no. You said something. What did you say?”
“All I said was that all lives matter, not just black lives.”
“Yeah, well, stop being racist and people will stop calling you racist.”
“But that’s not racist!”
“Oh sure, demeaning the experience of black people who say they feel their lives don’t matter, that’s not racist? Yeah, pull the other one. That’s racist. Quit being racist. Or at least keep your mouth shut about race things you don’t know anything about personally. Then people will quit calling you racist.”
“But I’m not racist!”
“And nobody will call you racist if you keep your mouth shut and quit saying racist things, ‘kay?”
“But … ”
Yeah. Some people just don’t get it. I’m white. It’s not my place to tell black people what they feel or don’t feel. It’s my job to listen to them when they say what they feel. If I blacksplain, if I try to tell them what they feel, I’m, uhm… oh yeah, racist.
– Badtux the Head-shakin’ Penguin