Well, I’m 100% Irish (as far as I know), so I guess I qualify as white. But somehow, I have a hard time looking at the Greeks, the English, the Austrians, the Italians, the Arabs, the Jews, the Russians and the Irish as one, big white race that I should be “proud” to belong to! Obviously, there are people to admire in all those cultures, but there’s no common thread connecting all those groups. There’s no common ethos, no shared language, no shared values to speak of. So, while I certainly admire Aristophanes, Albert Einstein, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Sir Isaac Newton, Michel de Montaigne, and Yuri Gagarin, I can’t imagine why I should be “proud” of any of those men, just because we’re all part of some vaguely defined white race.
Now, even when an Irishman or Irish-American accomplishes some great feat, my joy and pride are temporary and limited. I may cheer when an Irish athlete wins a medal, or when Roddy Doyle wins a Booker Prize, but really, how proud SHOULD I be? Am I somehow better off, or a more admnirable person, just because someone of the same ancestry did something great? Come on, Roddy Doyle writes great novels, I don’t! When the Grammies salute U2, they’re saluting the 4 guys in the band! They’re not honoring ME!
Self-esteem based on the accomplishments of your countrymen is pretty silly to begin with. It’s even sillier when you base your pride and self-esteem on the accomplishments of ANYONE who happens to share your skin tone.
I’m perfectly content to be white. But “Proud”? What the hell for? It’s not as if I DID anything to deserve the “honor” of being white! Do you really expect me to be “proud” of an accident of birth?