That saying is credited, by some, to Abraham Lincoln, but regardless of who coined the phrase, it’s an old saying that has been reiterated millions of times. I believed that to be true, until recently, when I had to start apologizing for being white. Now, I’m told I should feel bad about being a man. Today, I carry the double burden of being a “white-man”.
I’m beginning to see advantages the Transgender folks have, because they can be whatever they feel like they want to be, or are, on any given day, or in any given bathroom.
Since society is respectful of anyone self-identifying as something they don’t appear to be, and seeing as how I want to unload the burden of being a “white-man”, I think I’m going to self-identify as a black woman. I’ll be able to stop apologizing for being white, rid myself of the shame of being male, and proudly announce, “My life matters”, and say the “N” word without compunction, and with no consequence. I’ll be able to register as a minority-owned business for government contracts, and also be eligible for special government consideration as a woman-owned business. Looks like a win-win for me.