After reading this gem “My White, Vegan, Anarchist Acquaintance” (which actually is hilariously true, I wasn’t saying ‘gem’ to be snide) I thought back on my experience with self-identified white radicals/progressives/anarchists/socialists/vegans/etc.

There have been conversations I’ve had with people like this where I’ve said that I’d rather be around neo-Nazis, rapists and Pat Robertson, than associate with faux-radicals. I think it’s all about disclosure and my sense of false security. I am MUCH more aggravated by those who think that they’re the epitome of progressive ideology, while still being incredibly oppressive, than I am by people who are outright, blatantly and assuredly racist, sexist and homophobic.

When I’ve told this to the good white liberals/progressives I’ve known, they’ve gasped and yelled with surprise and disbelief. Telling me that I’m crazy/etc and have never given me space to explain myself.

The pain of feeling betrayed by someone who bills themselves as progressive is far more complex and intense than outright discrimination/hate (for me). When someone assumes I don’t speak english, or that I’m not educated, or that I’m paying with foodstamps (which isn’t a bad thing), or that my little cousins are all my kids (even when I was 12) - people that have called me n——r, bitch, cunt, honey, sweetie, freak, slut, mulatto, etc and so on……..AT LEAST THESE PEOPLE ARE HONEST. I am not expecting decency, or intelligence from them. The lines are drawn and I know what is what. With the good white fauxgressive community, it’s all a lie. It’s a front. It’s all an act that I’m made to believe is the truth.It gives me some hope for a little while, and then spits on me and my communities. The white fauxgressives don’t even respect people enough to be truthful and transparent.