Several decades ago in an East Coast hospital, I was born to two loving parents. My parents were good people of a rich heritage and named me Adam, after the first son of God. I was worn with a ‘sparkling set of eyes and the cutest puffs of dark almond hair’, according to my mother and verified by my big sister.
But there was a problem in all of this. My skin. You see, I am a white male. My skin lacks the component melanin, but inside, I know that deep down I am supposed to be a black man. I think I am a transracial black stuck in a white’s body. I need a race change.
Growing up, I always excelled at sports and had a natural penchant for rhythm. My sweet tooth can never resist a bite into a juicy watermelon or even sweet potato pie and I naturally dump sugar into my red kool-aid and grape drink. I love fried chicken and do not find loud, boisterious black church services to be too long or grating on the ears.
I like Cadillacs.
Just as some people say Bill Clinton was the first true black president, I’ve been told I am the whitest black resident in the hospital. Whatever the case, beyond all the jokes, I feel naked. My white skin is a transparent cover and people can see straight through me, because on the outside my true skin color is not there. I am meant to be a black person.
Maybe the day will come where people like me can have a race reassignment surgery. The day will come when my people will have Civil Rights.
I have every right to be entitled to Affirmative Action. I am a black man, I can feel it on the inside. Despite my genome dictating that the prevalence of melanin in my outer integument and the normative phenotypic traits of those from West or East African ancestry not be displayed, it is not a telling truth. Because beyond science, I have faith that I am not supposed to be white. It’s just the way it is.
Even though there is not much hope for me turning my skin black in a permanent medical sense, there is rights I should have. If a person hits me, it should be a hate crime. I am black, on the inside.
I should be entitled to massive amounts of free federal money and school loans, because I am a disadvantaged minority. Why would I choose to give up being a white man, when a black man is treated with so much disrespect and was the former slave of shame of this country. That makes no sense and I would not do such a thing.
The fact of the matter is that every white person who feels that when they wake up one day, that they too feel ‘black’ and their skin on the outside doesn’t matter, we should all have the right to claim being black. If the homosexuals can switch their genders and make everyone call a “he” a “she”, why do not Caucasians have the right to say, hey, I’m black. Call me a black man. Give me the rights of a black man.
I want Affirmative Action. I have been wanting to get onto staff at Cedars-Sinai or Johns Hopkins as an instructor. Being able to say I’m black and would increase diversity would be great. If anyone dares disrespect my blackness, they are a bigot and are commiting a tragic act of hate.
If you feel black some days, it is okay to feel that way even if your skin shows otherwise. We can claim to be whatever we want and the laws that protect minorities apply to us too.
I AM a black man. I do deserve Affirmative Action. I am a special ‘protected class’ of person, both because what I know is my true skin color and the fact that I am transracial.
Do not tread on my rights, America, because white is the new black. I can be whatever I want to be and genetics, and laws the way they are currently drawn up, do not matter. It only matters what I think I am, and now, I too have all the rights of a black.