A reason I fight appropriation
So today I had an infuriating encounter on my way to work. I was driving, and noticed these girls in the van behind me had been following me for several blocks, trying to take pictures of my car (I have a “caution slow moving indian sticker on it). After making a few quick turns and they still stuck behind me, I slammed on my brakes in the middle of the street and got out. They immediately put their phones down and quieted as I came up to their car.
When I asked them why they were following me, their response was “Oh, we’re gonna be indians for halloween, and so we thought your sticker was funny.”
I told them they were racist and needed to reevaluate their life choices, which the girl driving responded “Oh we respect and honor you, that’s why we wanted to be indians for halloween.”
I said “It’s not respectful or honoring to dress up as a race of human being for halloween. Seriously I find it incredibly racist and ignorant for you to do that”
This is why I fight appropriation every day. Dumb, over-privileged white hipster bitches think it is acceptable to FOLLOW ME AROUND because they think my race is fascinating and funny. I have ptsd, the minute I notice a car following me I panic.
In their safe, spoiled little lives they couldn’t possibly understand how painful their actions were to me. They ruined my morning, but for them it was just an interesting encounter to add to their halloween costume.
I don’t get to go around living my life as anything but an indian, and I am SO sick of having to constantly be a source of curiosity and interest to outsiders.
I am not oversensitive, it is extremely damaging to grow up and constantly be told by everyone both verbally and threw their actions, that I am nothing but some oddity to be looked at and have no right to how others view me.
Angry rant, but whatever. I am so fed up