So you’re probably wondering, “what the fuck am i looking at?” And these two photos explain something that I’ve been struggling with here in LA.
A kid at a university compiled the consensus for EVERY SINGLE individual in the United States. Each dot represents one person. The color of each dot represents their ethnicity. The top photo is where I lived for 19 years of my life. The bottom photo is where I’ve lived this past year.
Blue dots, white. Red dots, asian. Green dots, black. Orange dots, latino.
If you can’t tell, where I’m from in Tacoma has random white people that live far away from each other in what we call the boonies. But where people live closer together, that’s where we’re mixed together. In my middle school and high school, like sure there were clicks of friends, but I never sat and thought, damn this is segregated. Like my best friend Kathy back home is black but I never thought twice about it. All of us had similar slang. We mixed together beautifully I’d like to say.
When I came to LA, the first thing I heard was “they push the poorer people inland, towards the desert.” Take a look at that bottom photo. It speaks for itself. I’m in a whole new world down here. When I moved down here, people thought I was a little “ghetto” for a white girl. Because of my slang and I’m not sure what else made me so different, except that I grew up in a really mixed together and equal city. Maybe the things that they were scared of didn’t scare me, because I knew it was delusional. I’m still not sure.
Idk I’m just ranting but basically yes, because i’m white I live an easier life. i get it. I don’t have the least idea of how things really are. But i’d like to say that it genuinely bothers me. And confuses me. And this is why I want my kids to grow up in Tacoma. So they can step outside themselves, and when they go to rich places like LA, they can sense how fucked up it can be, and that it’s not okay.
The rich shouldn’t all be white. The white shouldn’t all live together on the beach. The poor shouldn’t have to be born poor because of the lines that were already drawn.
And when I do end up as successful as I plan to be, I’m not going to end up living along the water, ignoring all the lines that are drawn. I’ll want to blur all the lines and bring that sense of Tacoma wherever I go.