Dear Mexican: I’m an instructor at a community college. I wanted to work within the community college to help the marginalized and disenfranchised have greater access to education. Additionally, as a Latina, I have witnessed too many of my own people dropping out of college, and I wanted to do something about it. At the beginning of every semester, instructors attend personal-development training, and I attended one on white privilege. The discussion included reviewing an article written some years ago about what constitutes white privilege, and whether that definition is still applicable today. The facilitator and some of the participants asked my perspective on it and whether I agreed.
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Finally, I understood that they thought I was white because of my lighter skin, and I tactfully corrected them, telling them, “I am Mexican.” However, the facilitator went on to say that there is also the surface appearance of “white” that is an advantage. While I understand that having lighter skin poses as an advantage, I don’t think that alone offsets the type of systematic racism my family or those before me have experienced. Would you agree? Also, I am frustrated with having to explain that Latinos come in all shades and why I don’t speak with an accent. Am I being overly sensitive or what?
Dear Pocha: You’re not being sensitive enough. White-privilege workshops are snorefests whose takeaway should be reduced to two words: Fuck gabachos. I’m not opposed to that sentiment at all, but obsessing over color also masks the far more pernicious issue of class, especially as it applies to raza in the States. Sí, white historically made right in Mexico, but it never translates so easily. Take the Mexican’s ancestral ranchos in Zacatecas, El Cargadero and Jomulquillo. Residents in the former are super-white (my maternal abuelita had green eyes); gente in my dad’s rancho are más prietos. Skin color gave cargaderenses the air of being superior to los de Jomulquillo — never mind that both ranchos were poor AF, and both essentially emptied to el Norte due to lack of opportunities in Mexico. White privilege for Mexicans in the U.S.? My mami’s alabaster skin didn’t keep her from working in the fields starting when she was nine, and it didn’t spare my tío Ezequiel ruthless beatings at the hand of teenage gabachos in the 1960s while attending Fremont Junior High in Anaheim. (He got his revenge, gracias a Dios, by kicking the ass of his tormentors so bad that they all finally let him be.) So tell those white-privilege workshop trainers to stop with the race obsession and focus on class, cabrones.