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My White Privilege Card is broken

 

The inspiration of this post goes to Jagmeet Singh the leader of the NDP party of Canada. I follow all the political parties but I find him to be like watching a trainwreck. He seems to have won the publics and his parties affection by using The Race Card and guilt to have been elevated into his public position, using social justice and even now feminism as virtue signalling. Virtue signalling is used to up one’s public standing or public reputation. Anyways each time I comment on instagram his followers swarm me by calling me racist, having white privilege or of being ignorant; while most of his followers are very young students caught up in his public hype that suits a DJ or a prize fighter more than of a professional politician with a proper and solid political platform. Honesty I think he intends to destroy democracy by using the promise of revised and modernised socialism as manipulation towards eroding western traditions in the name of multiculturalsim. I put up a post asking him if his engagement and marriage was arranged and I asked him were he stood on women’s rights and equalities; to be swarmed on my instagram by his followers mostly of Indian asian decent. I was called names and my charater and physical appearance were attacked by ” his people” but I was the one called racist? I took down the post and made my instagram private for a week to get these people to calm the fuck down. But the seriousness of the nature, of Jagmeet’ is what I question; as obviously one cannot question him with out him sending a mob in response. So anyways I am going to inform everyone on how my white privilege card is broken; because I was informed of my white privilege by his followers over and over again. Lets explore my history.

I was born with a broken white privilege card. My mother had serious schizophrenia. She had me 10 months after my sister. I was a mistake that was made when my father forced himself on my very sick mother right after she gave birth to my sister. I didn’t have a cradle. I slept in the buggy by the kitchen sink at my nanny’s house, as my mom often left my father to seek help from her mother. Upon reflection the Ministry of Child Services should of taken us away from our parents very early on so that all 4 of their children wouldn’t of had to suffer the way we did. All though upon putting myself into the foster care system at 16 I suffered still at the hands of strangers that made out that they were good and decent people.

My father and mother would end up back together several times and so we would see our father beating our mother and he would also beat us. My mother was hightly suicidal, she would spend a great deal of her time in the mental hospital so we; her children would end up with at our grandparents or at the mercy of our abusive father who had no mercy. I have been so hungry .. oh.. people cannot imagine that sort of hunger unless it is experience first hand.

At school I was considered a waist of time and enegy by most of the teachers and parents .. or ( White Trash ) even though I was bright and multi-talented I was given no opportunities to shine; rather I was passed by intentionally. One time I remember being in Victoria BC on a field trip with my class to the Parliment Buildings. I was very active in the debate club at school and very good at it, but when the teacher was told he could only bring in 10 kids to watch a bill be passed he chose the kids whose parents were wealthy and influential because he said ” They have better chance than you do Gracie; nothing personal it’s just rational” that was back in 1981 and he was right because Elliot Pister did go into politics and he was one of the chosen few. But of course my social status and social worth was shown to be worthless.

I tried to stop my mother from taking her life but in a mental hospital in Vancouver BC she was successful at hanging herself from a pipe with her PJs. Now you would think that given our father’s horrible reputation with the police and with Child Services that we would of been put into the system but no, we endured 3 horrible years with him and his very abusive girlfriend. The school system and the entire town turned an intentional blind eye towards our horrible abuse that was much like living in a concentration camp. It was -30 outside but we had no heat or hot water in the side of the huge house they rented. We were made to work outside in the blistering heat and the freezing cold to keep his girlfriends horses and other animals. We were so starved that we collected cans to make money to feed ourselves and ate out of garbage cans at school.. yet no one did anything to help us when the abuse was very obvious. And so my White Privilege Card was broken right from the start.

I ran away from my father’s house when I was 16 because he tried to rape me. I spent my 16th birthday on the streets of Banff Alberta, hungry, afraid and with a girlfriend that left me outside of a restaurant while she went inside to eat, because she had money but I didn’t ( that was my 16th birthday ) after a few days I was able to get a hold of my American grandparents that wired me money ( That I used to house and feed the friend that wouldn’t do the same for me ) for a week until they flew me to Vegas to live with them for a year. But my grandmother and grandfather had a nasty split and so I came back to Canada to put myself into fostercare. I was abused in one home out of 3; were they took the money for my care but refused to feed me or buy me clothes. I got a job to support myself, but I had basically been working jobs since the age of 10 to offset my father’s financial neglect.

I went into independant living through the ministry to use student loans to get myself through college. I timed out of foster care funding at 19 and ended up in a very abusive relationship to keep myself housed until finishing my education. I left him and stayed financially independant for a couple of years before meeting my ex husband. We started a business together and I was able to get a government grant at the time for being a minority in business ( A young woman ) { That wasn’t white privilege } I had to work for that grant by spending 8 hrs a day, 5 days a week in class, to write a 110 page business plan and to drum up 10 percent of my clients by tel-marketing myself on my weekends and evenings. More than half of those who applied dropped out before they earned the grant, because it was hard work.

After 14 years together, the death of my sister, 4 miscarrages, and 3 children my ex husband decided being a full time parent wasn’t for him and had an affair with a female employee. His still denies it to this day but they got married in Mexico last year.

Going through the divorce and the separation of assets was an experience in the sexism and the brokeness of our legal system; nothing about it was fair. He was able to hide and lie about many assets and still is, and because I couldn’t afford expensive lawyers and I had no family or parents to help me he robbed me blind. He made out with the majority of the sale of the house and he got the businessnes, as I was told by lawyers that the business couldn’t survive without him but could without me because anyone can do book work and basic accounting. The courts and judges also informed me that his time was far more valuable and important than mine or my work as the kids mother; whom I have the majority of costody. So¬† – WHITE PRIVILEGE DENIED –

I have been divoced now for over 8 years; I couldn’t get the courts and the judges to get him pay for his share of the child care and so I learned how to work from home and how to work my hours around my kids school time. Even getting my ex to tell the goverment that we were separated so I could recieve child tax benefits took my credit card and a lawyer.. not my broken white privilege card.

And even looking past the supposed white privilege, I have been told that I have pretty privilege so I should get more than most people do out of life because of being called pretty ( Even though when I was a little girl and teenager I thought I was ugly as sin, because I struggled with low selfestem because of my suffering ) But playing people with your looks always has some sort of karma attached to it. You always have to pay something so having a mean and nasty sugar daddy isn’t my definition of a way out of daily grind of life.

The point is – no privilege here. NONE. NOTHING has come to me easlily. When I was turned 30 my doctor said to me ” How does it feel to be 3o ” he was teasing of course; but I said to him ” I can’t believe I made it to 30 ” he look shocked and said to me ” Thats rather dark, why would say that?” and I said ” It’s a long story”

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I am not racist

 

Following Canandian politics I find myself longing for simpler times. It seems to me that Canadian politicians are using race and religion to divide the nation rather than to bring Canadians together. Multiculturalism is the new buzz word while the Canada that I know and love has always been multicultural. Let me explain. I was born in Vancouver Canada, in the spring of 1970. My father was an American that came to Canada as a Vietnam draft dodger. He was Native American/Dutch. He met my mother who was English/Irish decent, but a 3rd generation Canadian. They were poor so we grew up poor. My mother was mentally ill and my my father beat her often. I didn’t know this so called white entitement because I didn’t get any of it. I was what would be called white trash and a hodgepodge of white trash given my Native American Heritage and white mix. I never knew special treatment, but I did see it given to other kids at school who’s parents had money. I remember in grade 5, when I was living in Langely BC; my male grade 5 teacher took the class to the Parliament buildings in Victoria BC. I loved politics and wanted to go with the favored rich kids to watch the house debating but my teacher was only allowed to bring in 5 kids. He choose all the kids from wealthy parents and when I complained because I knew I was smarter than them, he said to me ” Gracie they have a chance at being able to do this as adults because of thier upbringing. You do not and so thats why I chose them.” my entire life has pretty much been set by that tone. Everything I have in my life has been due to hardwork, struggle and saving every penny. I guess I could of had sugar daddies but my self respect and diginity could of never allowed me. Something in my spirit just will not let me sell out.

Anyways, I grew up in Langely and Surrey BC Canada until I was 13. I really related to Sesame Street and of course grew up on it; my neighbourhood was very multicultural and at the time, as far as I remember the government wasn’t forcing other religions or scaring people into thinking every other culture and race was out to get them. I had Greek families, Iranian, Scottish, Italian, African American, mixed race families and East Indian. Through my Grandfather I also had Native American friends and Families. It just never occured to me to be racist or to be afraid of other races. Maybe it was because the families I knew from other cultures, practiced their homeland’s culture and were also very grateful to be in Canada, to be apart of Canadian culture. I remember my Greek friends dad telling me how much he dreamed of Canada and it’s culture before he came to Canada. Yet we see our government today expressing that Canada has no real culture of it’s own so we need to adapt to outside cultures. The reality is that Canadian culture is both multicultural and Canadiana. Obviously the government has stopped working for the people as it is pitting the people against eachother rather than celibrating our diffences and similarities towards coexisting. The government and the media working for the government seems to have an agenda over the people not for the people. And the government is working to place religion into laws to further divide the peole to control the people. I am not saying racism doesn’t exist; of course it does as does privilege but privilege knows no race or colour more than it runs by personal wealth and social status, or so it seems by my personal experiences.

The picture in this post was taken by my parents at my 6th birthday party. The little girl with me was a freshly immigrated East Indian Sikh; her dad wore the big turan so thats how I know now. As a kid I didn’t know or care. Her name was Sandeep but she let me call her Sandy for short. We met on the playground; the first day of grade one. She didn’t speak any english yet; she was very tall and big for her age so the kids had started to bully her. She came running around the side of the school.. running from the kids. I saw her by the big tree, she had snot running down her face, her face was stained with dirt and tears. When she got closer I could see she had a bloody nose and a bleeding lip. Just than a group of kids came around the corner to pelt her with pinecones and rocks. My big sister was with me as I sprang to action and blocked her with my body so they would stop, they hit me too; but my sister ran to get a teacher. We both got beat up pretty bad before the teacher came. The next thing I remember I was waiting with her in the office for our parents to arrive. He mother and father cryed when they saw her. They cupped her face and kissed all the bruises. When my mom came they thanked her and me. I was told I was their second daughter. Turned out they lived just down the street. Our mothers became friends and we played at eachother’s homes. They were very poor too. My mom showed her mother all the best places to shop and where all the best playgrounds were.

I remember one thing all the mothers of all the nationalities had in common down our road and in our neighbourhood; that was domestic violence. That is one thing that hasn’t changed since the 1970s. It really doesn’t matter what race, culture, wealth or social status women and their children come from .. their common denominator is domestic and sexual violence towards women and girls. Maybe if the Canadian government cut the shit; and stopped with the fake feminism; fake because it gives religion power over women in the name of diveristy.. just than, maybe we would see some progress for all of humanity..

So how do I end this post? How do I wrap it up from here? I guess the only thing that is going to save the people from the government ruling over the people by dividing the people, is for the people to see what we all do have in common vs what divides us. If you are a true Canadian or if you want to be a true Canadian than you must want and fight for everyone equally and we have to stop putting political and religious ideologies ahead of humanity. After all the religion, and gender separation we all bleed red and cry wet tears.. unlike the governments crocodile tears. Lets not be divided by rhetoric that serves the true privileged .. the elite.

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