Exoticized, tokenized, fetishized… I like to point out that non-Indigenous folks are the actual “exotics,” not originating here.
Another phenomenon I’ve experienced on 3 separate occasions is a white guy—when they found out I have a doctorate—telling me that his Masters Thesis is so good its equal to my PhD thesis…
wtaf! How does math, science and actually even reality work for people who says things like that? I think my high school diploma is like their Masters.
My father was a collector, and my mother not so wise. He eventually realized he didn't love her and told her so -- on their wedding night. Completely blindsided her as she was lovestruck by this charming books guy.
I can't really judge bc without these events I wouldn't exist.
You can do both, as you have here -- seeing racism for what it is and also acknowledging that you wouldn't be here without their union. How did the marriage survive his wedding day revelation that he didn't love her?
Yet another example of subpar mediocrity masquerading as enlightened manhood. I’m at the point in life where I’m just amazed any of these guys ever makes it past 12 without killing themselves in a tragic butcher knife mishap. One more reason to be embarrassed in a timeline just chock full of reasons. I’m no angel and I’ve had my day with hubris but WTAF is happening to this country?
My name is not Reed. It is Cass Adams, and I have nothing to hide. It's true that I didn't and don't know Alisa, nor does she know me. I was not aware of her or her as a writer or of her books until I found her Facebook page a few days ago, and looked at a few of her posts and videos.
I reached out to say hello as I had responded to her thinking and intelligence. Initially, she seemed genuinely interested to get to know me, too. Briefly into our exchange, I mentioned an old girlfriend, Bernadine, who is also a writer and who also lives in rural Norhern New Mexico on the eastern side of the mountains, 110 miles from where Alisa was. I innocently thought they might have meet, and my question, while well intended, wasn't well thought through. Also, when I first reached out to Alisa, I was aware that she was engaged as she had posted this information. I wasn't hitting on her, but was rather genuinely curious and being friendly. As I told her, I don't have a type, except maybe creative, smart women who have depth. I let her know that I had dated only one Hispanic woman, Bernadine. I let her know that I was also part Irish.
The conclusions Alisa came to about me, my person, my actions and intentions, after only a handful of relatively brief messages, were hugely misconstrued and way off target. I tried to clear this up via personal messages, but within an hour of this misunderstanding, she sent me a link to this vicious and spurious attack. I replied again in an attempt to clear things up by message prior and after reading her offensive and misguided commentary, as she hasn't blocked me yet, but no response. I thought to let this go, but since Alisa is a popular figure and is using her public platform to spread false vitriol, I decided to confront this directly.
Alisa, I would still dialogue with you, preferably with mutual respect. I would still be open to getting to know you, and hopefully we could learn from all of this. You barely know me. I barely know you. I'm not saying I'm perfect and without flaws, or blindspots in terms of racism. And if you approach me with less attack and more sincere curiosity, I'd be willing to hear what you have to say and to examine my own racism. I'll be honest, as I'm sure will you. Yes, we are both human beings with complex backgrounds and histories. How can we honor others without taking the time to learn about each other. We've only skimmed the surface. And if you've firmly decided and reduced me to some liberal dude who is seeking out token, spicy Chicanas, and that is the extent of who I am, then we don't have to talk any further.
My email is cassadams6@gmail.com should anyone else care to dialogue. For those who have experienced what Alisa describes here, including herself, I believe that you have a full right to your anger for where you have felt reduced and not seen. I also feel for those who have been wrongfully and misguidedly accused of something on a public platform.
LOVE the picture at the top! And this: "a Good Hard Reeding...."
Exoticized, tokenized, fetishized… I like to point out that non-Indigenous folks are the actual “exotics,” not originating here.
Another phenomenon I’ve experienced on 3 separate occasions is a white guy—when they found out I have a doctorate—telling me that his Masters Thesis is so good its equal to my PhD thesis…
"equal to my PhD thesis." The audacity of these guys is limitless
Yes it is. My response on all three occasions was that I’ve also written a Masters Thesis and I grant their comparison no validity…
wtaf! How does math, science and actually even reality work for people who says things like that? I think my high school diploma is like their Masters.
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OMD! He's such a racist idiot. Maybe he;ll hit on Sandra Cisneros next? LMFAO
“Sacred maintenance” love this idea.
Grateful to have this behavior exposed-I feel clueless but perhaps a little less clueless that I was before reading this amusing, empowering expose
In admiration,
Bewitched, bewildered ‘near- ghost’ ( I took that from you) Priscilla
Funny and sad- once again you used a moment really beautifully to illustrate unconscious privilege. Thank you again.
mea culpa!
My father was a collector, and my mother not so wise. He eventually realized he didn't love her and told her so -- on their wedding night. Completely blindsided her as she was lovestruck by this charming books guy.
I can't really judge bc without these events I wouldn't exist.
You can do both, as you have here -- seeing racism for what it is and also acknowledging that you wouldn't be here without their union. How did the marriage survive his wedding day revelation that he didn't love her?
Yet another example of subpar mediocrity masquerading as enlightened manhood. I’m at the point in life where I’m just amazed any of these guys ever makes it past 12 without killing themselves in a tragic butcher knife mishap. One more reason to be embarrassed in a timeline just chock full of reasons. I’m no angel and I’ve had my day with hubris but WTAF is happening to this country?
My name is not Reed. It is Cass Adams, and I have nothing to hide. It's true that I didn't and don't know Alisa, nor does she know me. I was not aware of her or her as a writer or of her books until I found her Facebook page a few days ago, and looked at a few of her posts and videos.
I reached out to say hello as I had responded to her thinking and intelligence. Initially, she seemed genuinely interested to get to know me, too. Briefly into our exchange, I mentioned an old girlfriend, Bernadine, who is also a writer and who also lives in rural Norhern New Mexico on the eastern side of the mountains, 110 miles from where Alisa was. I innocently thought they might have meet, and my question, while well intended, wasn't well thought through. Also, when I first reached out to Alisa, I was aware that she was engaged as she had posted this information. I wasn't hitting on her, but was rather genuinely curious and being friendly. As I told her, I don't have a type, except maybe creative, smart women who have depth. I let her know that I had dated only one Hispanic woman, Bernadine. I let her know that I was also part Irish.
The conclusions Alisa came to about me, my person, my actions and intentions, after only a handful of relatively brief messages, were hugely misconstrued and way off target. I tried to clear this up via personal messages, but within an hour of this misunderstanding, she sent me a link to this vicious and spurious attack. I replied again in an attempt to clear things up by message prior and after reading her offensive and misguided commentary, as she hasn't blocked me yet, but no response. I thought to let this go, but since Alisa is a popular figure and is using her public platform to spread false vitriol, I decided to confront this directly.
Alisa, I would still dialogue with you, preferably with mutual respect. I would still be open to getting to know you, and hopefully we could learn from all of this. You barely know me. I barely know you. I'm not saying I'm perfect and without flaws, or blindspots in terms of racism. And if you approach me with less attack and more sincere curiosity, I'd be willing to hear what you have to say and to examine my own racism. I'll be honest, as I'm sure will you. Yes, we are both human beings with complex backgrounds and histories. How can we honor others without taking the time to learn about each other. We've only skimmed the surface. And if you've firmly decided and reduced me to some liberal dude who is seeking out token, spicy Chicanas, and that is the extent of who I am, then we don't have to talk any further.
My email is cassadams6@gmail.com should anyone else care to dialogue. For those who have experienced what Alisa describes here, including herself, I believe that you have a full right to your anger for where you have felt reduced and not seen. I also feel for those who have been wrongfully and misguidedly accused of something on a public platform.