The Truth About Raising A White Man
I’m raising a future white man
I’m married to a white man, and we have a two-year-old son. He’s a blond-haired, blue-eyed white boy.
I once asked my husband when our son was still an infant, “What if our son is a genius? What if he goes to Harvard?”
My husband replied, “He won’t. He’ll be competing with all the other genius white boys. He won’t stand out.”
I asked, “So he’d have a better chance if he were Asian?”
“Yes,” my husband responded, matter of factly.
This led to me reflecting on my husband’s comment.
Historically and still today, white men have greater chances of getting into the college of their choice.
They have a higher chance of reaching the top of their chosen career.
A white man’s life has always been easier than any female’s or person of color’s.
For example, I often rely on my husband to make difficult phone calls because I’ve always noticed he is perceived better than I am.
His conversations typically result in him getting what he wants, compared to me feeling like I’m on a battlefield.
Maybe it’s his alluring, manly voice. He’s better at staying calm than I am.
