I’m a minority of one.
I’m the only one of my kind you’ll meet anywhere.
I used to be part of a large group. Worldwide, even, and growing every day. But it was killed off by people with ulterior motives, axes to grind and fears to feed, and now I suspect I’m the only one left.
There may be others. I don’t know. If there are, they’ve all been lied to for so long they’ve taken on false group identities to blend in. I try to hold out hope that I am still part of a We, but recent events have caused me to lose faith.
For example, there is no place for me to mark my ethnicity on forms. Any forms. I always have to mark ‘Other’ and then, if there’s space, write in what my ethnicity is. It’s disheartening, but at the same time it’s invigorating. It’s a slap in the face to a world that has forgotten what it has lost. It used to be a fist in the air raised out of anger, but now it is a bottle in the stream of paperwork hoping for an answer.
What am I?
I am a Human.
I am looking for other members of the Human race, the race that calls itself Human to the exclusion of any false labeling. The race that knew no boundaries in time, place, culture, creed, language, or physical feature.
The race that categorically preempts racism.
This is The Pit, so I must be angry at something for this post not to be misplaced. I am angry at myself being misplaced into the categories of ‘Caucasian’ or ‘White’ or ‘European’. I am angry because I’m none of those things, and yet the world, from the Federal government down to the man on the street, insists on thinking of me as such.
Maybe Tiger Woods is a Human, too. He’s taken enough shit from people who categorize themselves in all of the common pigeonholes of the racial spectrum. Maybe it’s just me.
If the Human race dies with me, will any members of the other races care?
