I woke up this morning to find this on my Facebook feed.
Because I was directly in front of her, I had no choice but to twerk in her face. I found it impossible to not think about this poor woman behind me. Even though I wasn't positioned to stare directly at her, I knew she was still staring directly at my ass. Over the course of the next hour, I felt her despair turn into resentment and then contempt. I just knew for sure that it was directed toward me and my booty.
Surely, this skinny white girl was noticing all of these things and judging me for them, stereotyping me, resenting me — or so I assumed. However, I'm pretty sure I was right. How could I be wrong?
Twerking, a beloved dance that has helped me through many dark moments in my life, suddenly felt deeply evil. I so deserved to be targeted by that woman's racially-charged anger. But maybe that's my own psychological projection. Nah, she was totally hating me. The question is, of course, so much bigger than twerking, so much bigger than my ass — it's a question of enormous systemic failure. How can we fix the system?