Yes. I’m going there.
I know this is a very touchy subject, so know that this is my opinion and not that of my fellow contributors. Now, to my point. I respect all religion and cultures and like anyone else, I’m saddened by the negative exploitation many people are capable of doing.
Cultural elements being distorted or disrespected in any way is NEVER OKAY.
But I’m coming here with a different side. I’m coming here as a Spanish-looking girl married to a white dude. Here we are:
At our Hindu wedding.
Because my mom is Indian and was raised as a Hindu. She married a Venezuelan guy, so we’re Spanish and Indian. Our parents raised my siblings and me to be involved in both the Hindu and Christian religions. We never had to choose. We were blessed with both.
My husband is part Caucasian and part Chinese. Our children look Spanish and sometimes you can see their Chinese genes—depending on the day and probably the weather, who knows? If I was to dress them in Indian wear, in this day and age AND share it online (like I’m doing right now lol), the four of us would be met with the cancel culture and hatred.
I am bitter.
I am bitter because there’s so much hatred out there and judgement over what people do or say. And I get it, I support it, but only to an extent. There is a group of people who are fighting for their rights and for the respect they deserve, and I applaud them and stand with them. But then there are the trolls. Those who are waiting for just the right moment to attack anything they deem “wrong” without knowing the facts.
If my family and I were to dress in Indian clothing to attend my mom’s prayers and we were caught on the way there by the second group, we’d be met with hatred. My kids would be met with hatred. This is not okay. This is not a good world.
I read an account of someone on Reddit, a Caucasian guy, who grew up hanging out with his best friend, an Indian guy, and was always around his family. He loves Indian food, and his best friend’s mother taught him how to cook it. Years later, he’s away in college and has a roommate . . . who has a girlfriend. Because he was cooking Indian food, she started calling him an asshole and reproaching him for cultural appropriation. Why? Because it wasn’t his cultural food. These days, everything seems to be a trigger.
So where do people draw the line? Can I not eat Italian food because I’m not Italian? I’m seriously asking because if the answer is “no,” I might die.
I’m saddened by the hard turn people can make. There’s an honest set of people who truly have the right to fight for respect and so much more. But is there nothing sacred? Is there nothing another group of hateful people can’t turn around into pure negativity?
It makes me very bitter of the wokeness. I know, understand, and stand behind the reason we need it. But I dislike how much hatred it’s bringing along. And of course, it’s the people, not the movement itself. People in general can make amazing things happen, but then . . . they can bring it down just as fast.
I was born of multiple cultures, so were my children. So were many other people in the world, and I think it’s a beautiful, inclusive, “spread the love” kind of thing. Some people are easily identifiable in their culture, others aren’t . . . so in just the wrong moment they can be shot down for being unfairly judged. I guess I’m asking for compassion and kindness before passing judgement and attempting to cancel people because you “think” they’re not who they are. Whether online or in person.
I suppose this was more of a rant than anything else. But my mom is scheduled for some prayers in the upcoming weeks, and though I can’t go in person (immunocompromised son), it did cross my mind that if I were to go, I couldn’t wear an Indian outfit because of the issues of the world.
I mean, I could. I just dislike confrontations or anything of the sort. I don’t live too close to her, so it would mean others would definitely see me. I’m proud of my cultures, but with so many people randomly doing hateful things out there, I’ll admit I’m afraid.
And I’m bitter that I’m afraid. That is all.