this is BULLSHIT. as an outsider in south africa, i saw right away that white men definitely DEFINITELY were not the most marginalized group. please. being the “minority” in terms of numbers doesn’t mean shit.
Word, okay. Yeah. I see this in the US, especially having spent all my time in 2 racially diverse but segregated cities, where white people confuse feeling white-guilty and awkward about it with being systematically persecuted. And I think the stats I posted show that the economy is bad for everyone in South Africa, but it is worse for some people—but not white people and not men. And like I have said, this is exactly my objection with being called a “minority”, since I have only lived in cities where nearly half the populations are black, and also large latin@ populations. White supremacy didn’t wane as p.o.c. populations grew—if anything, both places have had backlashes of white people who think they’re being displaced by people of color. Racial fear-mongering is really powerful.
And my original point—that it was at best clueless but more likely irresponsible and privilege-flashing for the white woman I overheard to encourage another white person to travel to South Africa simply because it’s “interesting” and fun—still stands, in fact stands even stronger now that I’ve looked at some statistics. Cause the white man she was talking to could go visit and have a nice touristy time.
Aaaah why am I not reading Jamaica Kincaid right now??
Every native of every place is a potential tourist, and every tourist is a native of somewhere. Every native everywhere lives a life of overwhelming and crushing banality and boredom and desperation and depression, and every deed, good and bad, is an attempt to forget this. Every native would like to find a way out, every native would like a rest, every native would like a tour. But some natives — most natives in the world — cannot go anywhere. They are too poor. They are too poor to go anywhere. They are too poor to escape the reality of their lives; and they are too poor to live properly in the place where they live, which is the very place you, the tourist, want to go — so when the natives see you, the tourist, they envy you, they envy your ability to leave your own banality and boredom, they envy your ability to turn their own banality and boredom into a source of pleasure for yourself.