Dear Human Being,
You are not a concept. Your heart beats, you breathe, you feel pain.
You’re a refugee who is discriminated against
and refused access into the United States of America, the land of the free
and the home of the brave. I write one word for this letter and erase, erase.
Erase, replace. I’m not sure what to say. “Hello” and “how are you?”
sounds absurd as your life dangles by a string.
What has my white skin done?
Like gazing into the midday sun for a split second, and becoming blind
for minutes on end by the outline of the circular image in your ocular
view, with traces of white reminding you of its presence. The whiteness –
it’s everywhere, disregarding the spectrum of color and continues
to wedge its degrading actions into your life, and urge you further
and further away from the white man’s world through unjustified hate:
Speak English, he demands.
Go back to where you came from, he declares.
Destroying your home with bombs, and accusing you of terrorism.
Demands, declares, destroys.
What happened to the colors of the rainbow? We must embrace
each wavelength our eyes perceive as colors because they are a part
of life – not to be ignored, disfavored. Because pure white contains
every color of the rainbow. And yet, this white infested world
lacks much color, while molding society like clay.
How can we disregard displaced human beings running from gunshots,
living in the streets, with only the clothes on their backs, and nothing
to eat? The white blinds me.
I’m sure white blinds you more when it insinuates fear as you walk into an airport.
I’m sure white blinds you when your hijab is perceived to be synonymous with Islam.
I’m sure you’re blinded when your children need a safe place to rest their weary bodies.
I’m sure your emotions overflow, when each day offers another flood of tragedy.
I’m sure the white allows your aching body to suffocate and drown, while pretending
to care. Pretending to relate. Pretending to understand.
What right do I have with my whiteness to feel damaged
by your affliction, when I will never understand the severity as you
have experienced it? Has privilege made the white incapable of compassion? Empathy?
Human beings are praying, while grasping their children, with every inch of their soul
in desperation to escape a world of disaster, that the white have become imperceptive of.
I wrote this letter to express how sorry I am. I am sorry
for the whiteness that selfishly raped your rights.
I’m sorry for the lack of concern, comfort, kindness.
I’m sorry for the self entitlement.
I’m sorry for your mother, father, brothers, and sisters.
I’m so sorry.
I’m sure the white light will continue to attract ignorance like moths attracted
to a porch lamp that swarm around the white light, and blinds them until death.
I wrote this letter to offer any hope that’s left – that one day, this will be a world
filled with bright, colorful light.
With best regards,
A Human Being