I went to a party last night. It was for a fashion designer. I didn’t really want to go, but the stack of lectures notes wasn’t very appealing to be perfectly honest.
I went with Nineteen, who I’ve known for three years now. Eleven and One-six-three are close friends of Nineteen. Before the party, I’d met each of them once: on the street (Eleven, introduced by Nineteen) and over a dinner (One-six-three).
I spent 3 hours that morning with Nineteen, who agonised over what to get the aforementioned designer and birthday girl, One-six-three. One-six-three emphatically did not want vouchers, jewellery, or fashion books. Nineteen and Eleven got earrings anyway. At the party, One-six-three opened them, declared them gorgeous, and put them straight on. Girls.
I went as a teddy-bear hunter. I borrowed a old-man vest and safari hat with a teddy bear strapped on it from Eleven, threw on a collared white shirt and tan slacks and off I went. Pretty swashbuckling, but I could’ve done with a toy rifle.
Where’s the racism in that?
Well. For you, reader, I’ve transcribed a couple of choice conversation tidbits.
At Eleven’s house, when we went to borrow the items for me from Eleven:
Eleven: I’m going as an Indian.
Me: A what? … a Native American?
Eleven: Yeah, an Indian.
Me: haha… you can’t say that. It’s kind of racist.
Nineteen: Oh well, I had someone come up to me and say … (mumbles), “Fuck you, you dumb white bitch.”
Nineteen: Some aboriginal guy.
Eleven: See, you can’t call me racist!
Later at the party:
Eleven: I went to [Country Town X] on a nursing placement and came back more racist than before I left.
And even later:
Eleven: ..and then he accused me of being a racist!
Brisbane-boyfriend (of One-six-three): That’s stupid. We’re all descended from Africans.
Me: I’m …not going to claim I’m African. My point is that you’re using politically incorrect terms when you said Eskimo and Indian.
Brisbane-boyfriend: Well, my point is that it’s their fault if they’re offended by what you said.
Eleven: It’s all about context.
Me: You can’t use the n-word in a context where they wouldn’t beat you up if you said it to their face.
I don’t see where you get off thinking you’re that so much better than me because you think you’re “less racist” than me. A sense of entitlement and abuse of the health system and its funding is not ok, regardless of your skin colour.