Hello, I’m White Privilege
I love to write about pro-race. I write with passion and hope, cringeworthy love, and I fire thought-provoking lines that probably get dismissed for wannabe poetry. I romanticise the idea of unity for all humanity. I paint a picture of rainbows and butterflies preaching for everyone to just be kind. Not too much to ask, right?

Frankly, I live in a bubble of optimism because I have to, to self-preserve. Or you could call it naivete, you choose.

Either way, I feel better about the future when I focus on the potential progress that we can make as time goes by, with a little hard work on our end now.

I also have a multi-racial son whom I would rather he grew up to never have to think about his skin colour any more than the colour of his eyes than be subject to any kind of hostility, of any level. I’m a mother first, so I’m doing the work I know how to to change my bit of the world.

I think my previous articles about pro-race are not popular for a number of reasons. I write for dramatic effect to attempt to wake people up, as well as out of sheer frustration, but people who tend to click on my articles already agree with me and don’t need a lesson. Equally, people whose minds are made up just won’t listen even if they did read. They have a counterargument for everything and won’t consider mine.

Maybe I just need to focus on the continuance of my writing.

Maybe I need to change my tone if I want to reach anyone outside of my comfort audience.

So that’s why the title for this article is what it is.
['Sylvia Emokpae']
['Pro Race', 'White Privilege', 'Diversity', 'Energy', 'Racism']