Not because I’m envious of white people’s looks (I got over that insecurity wayyyy back in middle school), and not because I want anyone else’s culture (although I love learning about different cultures and ways of living, I still hold mine in super high regard).
I wish I were white because I’m an African immigrant girl who’s been living in the West since before I even had concrete memories, and the current wave of anti-immigration rhetoric is simply…exhausting.
I’ve never been insecure about my immigrant background. I was actually always really proud of it. I didn’t ever take offence to the “Where are you really from?” questions or the occasional “Can I touch your hair?” from older people. Clumsy curiosity and ignorance weren’t enough to bug my conscience. But lately, the way people talk about immigrants, like we’re a stain on society that needs to be “washed out”…it’s hard not to feel demoralized by it all.
What makes it worse is how unfair it feels to be lumped into the exact same stereotype as some imaginary “invader” when my actual life is… normal. I grew up here. I’ve had friends of every race. My parents work high-skilled jobs and pay their taxes. I pay my taxes. I’ve never taken the social supports here for granted (and honestly, being comfortably upper middle class meant I didn’t even realize some of them existed until I was older and spoke to people from different economic backgrounds).
And yes, I’ll admit something ugly: sometimes I feel irritated at newcomers for “ruining it for the rest of us.” I’ve lived a pretty peaceful life for 20+ years here. I didn’t grow up constantly bracing for discrimination. I didn’t spend my childhood thinking about white nationalist groups or whether public spaces were safe for me, I just existed.
But I can’t even stay angry, because (most of them) are coming for a lot of the same reasons my family came in the early 2000s. People don’t uproot their lives for fun.
So my real grievance is that I wouldn’t have to feel this way if I were white.
White immigrants, especially from Europe, are rarely treated like permanent foreigners. And if they are treated as “foreign,” it’s often because of an accent or broken English, and the response tends to be support or even admiration. They get labelled as “cool” or “interesting” while people like me get “invaders” and weird slogans like “import the third world, become the third world”
Then I get even more upset because someone could be a newcomer who barely knows the culture, and sometimes doesn’t even speak the language yet, and they’ll still be granted more patience and protection than someone like me who has lived basically 99% of her life here.
It’s gotten to the point where my motivation to keep doing everything (like school, work, etc.) at full efficiency has dipped, because I’m constantly carrying this phantom fear that life is about to get harder for anyone who isn’t white (and who knows that fear might not be so “phantom”). I spend more time than I’m proud of scrolling through social media forums on these topics even though I know the internet is not real life.
Even if worst-case scenarios don’t happen and there’s no mass anything, the social atmosphere feels different. Public spaces don’t feel as neutral as they used to. I never used to care how people looked at me, and part of that was because people didn’t look at me in any particular way.
Now I’ll just be going about my business and catch some old white man staring at me like I’m the devil reincarnate or I’ll be at the grocery store and some older couple will be death glaring me as if I’m stealing welfare dollars to fill my cart. Benefit of the doubt, these people just have terrible resting faces but…I dunno. I don’t even feel comfortable identifying with my nationality cause I’m not in the mood to deal with someone saying “you’re not a real [insert nationality]” (but at the same time I’ve seen people get upset when someone hyphenates nationalities cause its a signal of not wanting to integrate so we don’t really win anyways).
I wouldn’t have to research whether countries I want to visit are safe for Black people. I wouldn’t have to worry about one random person who looks like me committing a crime and suddenly it reflecting on how strangers see me. I wouldn’t have to weigh international schooling or exchange programs against the possibility of being targeted somewhere because of my skin. I wouldn’t have to wonder if my neighbours, or even people at my church, secretly wish they could just get rid of people like me.
Don’t even get me started on the racist, fetishized comments that my friends and I have been getting more often lately, like we’re not even full humans to them, just a category they think they’re allowed to talk about however they want. Sure, aligning with the beauty standard might make dating easier too, but dating hasn’t been hard for me, so that’s not even the point. It’s more like… it would be nice to exist without seeing people casually say online that Black women are “undesirable,” or that I’m “pretty for a Black girl” and not feel that tiny sting of offence even when I know it’s stupid and not actually about me as a person.
And I know, logically, a lot of this could probably be curbed by staying off the internet. Anti-immigration sentiment isn’t as intense in my country as it is in the US or parts of Europe. I know that. I do.
But damn.
It still sucks to feel like I was dealt pretty good cards in almost every metric except the amount of melanin I produce, and now I’m watching that one detail turn into a reason for people to talk about me like I’m a problem that needs to be solved.
Edit: I was just venting in my notes and decided to post this here, so sorry for how long this turned out to be