There is something I notice in today’s discourse.
The race-based mistreatment white people endure today is – in some ways – worse than what other people have endured in history. (I’m not talking about extreme and specific things now that has happened to other people, but in a general sense.)
This is because when for example black people were mistreated on the basis of being black (referring to specific historical occurrences), as far as my understanding goes, they knew their true and real worth and they knew clearly that they were being mistreated and oppressed. Though of course, challenges such as hopelessness and self-denial may always arise along the way, but this I don’t believe takes away the underlying core or fundament.
But white people today are wrongly accused of a most grievous accusation that isn’t in itself unfounded, namely that of racism. And that is where the seriousness lies.
Racism in itself is wrong, there is no doubt about it. But accusing someone of it is not in itself wrong. It can be a valid thing to do.
Thus, much doubt arises when someone is wrongly accused of racism. Much darkness, confounding, devastation and worry arises.
When one knows oneself and one’s worth, one can withstand much external pressure and misfortune. But when one loses oneself, one has nothing left to stand on. And that is, by reason of what has been mentioned above, what happens when one is wrongly accused of racism. It is a serious accusation that no one should act upon lightly.
White people are people just like everyone else, and people are to one degree or another conscientious. So when one is accused of racism unfoundedly, the conscientiousness makes one question oneself which can cause immense suffering. It can be a very tricky thing to solve when arguments are laid out and one doesn’t have the capacity to vocalize why one disagrees, or the arguments are malicious.
Nothing can surpass the universal principle that we are all fundamentally equal, worthy and pure. It is unfortunately those who actually set this aside who claim to be proponents of anti-racism.
If pain wants us to make other people suffer the same, the pain didn’t learn us anything. Knowing how devastating the pain was or is that one has endured, is a reason to remember it, but also to not repeat it.
(I don’t like to use words such as “white” or “black” when referring to people, as to me it causes polarisation, but they are categories that do exist in real life and sometimes it is necessary in order to describe what is.)
The Searcher Who Wants to Give 