All of it.
From Hutu vs Tutsi genocide in Rwanda.
To gang related mayhem in inner city Chicago.
To the sexual trafficking in young women by Eastern European Mafias.
To Urban Blight.
Melting polar icecaps? That's my fault, too.
That stillborn Panda cub at the National Zoo??? I kicked its mother in the abdomen during the second trimester.
Flagging rates of school performance between Suburban and Inner City schools? Look no further than me. I confess.
Global warming? You can trace it right to my front door.
Income inequality? Yeah...that's my fault.
The chaos in Egypt? I apologize for that...I started it.
Sudan? Yup...my fingerprints are all over it.
Somalian Pirates? I trained them. And I fund them.
Female genital mutilation? I wrote the technical manual for how to perform that procedure with a rusty razor blade.
The rape of the Amozonian Rainforest? What can I say...there's just something about a singing chainsaw that makes a White Guy's heart soar.
You name it...I, and people just like me, are responsible for it. And nobody else.
We get up in the morning, pull on our White Privilege underwear, brew a pot of coffee, and ponder to ourselves in the early morning dawn...how can I make the world a more miserable place for millions today?
After two cups of Joe and a cigarette, we have our gameplan more or less solidified in our consciouness.
It took me many years of reading diaries here to come to terms with the depth of my complicity and culpability in all of the misfortune in the world. But suddenly, an epiphany came to me. I'm not sure which diary delivered that moment of clarity to me. Perhaps it wasn't just one, but the burden of so many, that lifted the veils from my eyes.
When it happened, I broke down and cried. And then I started to cut myself with a small but sharp German forged paring knife. I am getting counselling for that, and I hope to put it behind me soon. But how can I deal with the overwhelming weight of having all of the evil, all of the injustice, all of the violence, all of the bad behavior, all of everything that is unpleasant, laid at my feet? I'm not trying to shirk my responsibility...that is clearly where it belongs.
It's not like anyone else is responsible for any of this. All of the fingerprints, all of the bloody footprints, all of the DNA evidence...even eyewitness accounts...they all point to me. And my scrawny, privileged White Ass.
I never fully appreciated the omnipotence of that privilege. How it sets in motions actions on all four corners of the globe, even as I have never even been to Europe, and only even went to Hawaii once. 15 years ago. It is a strong mojo, and I handled it like a 6 year old playing with his father's gun.
I should be locked away, and somebody should toss the key to my cell door down the deepest well that has ever been dug.