Who am I to say I own this culture more than you.
Who am I to say I belong and you do not. I am no-one in particular. I am an accident of birth, a phenomenon of random genetics that gave me the skin I have, the blue eyes I have.
Who am I to believe the lies of a history wrongly told – the words in a book that try to define the things to be proud of. I did not see the past with my own eyes but I think it is not the whole truth.
Who am I to say “go home” when the land beneath my feet is not something I can own – it is dirt, it is soil, it is water, it is air – it used to be joined to Africa.
Who am I to say “we all matter” when I can tell from the look in your eyes you have rarely mattered…when it mattered.
Who am I to say you should protest peacefully when that would just mean I could not hear what you are saying.
Who am I to say you should integrate or f**k off – when integration would be disintegration of the beauty of your differentiation.
Who am I to say I am more than you when in reality we are both the sum of two parents, who were the sum of two parents, who were…you get my drift by now.
Who am I to say my Whiteness needs recognition too when it is hard to a time when Whiteness has been ignored.
Who am I to deny your blood is as red as mine when I can see the colour of your blood on the pavement.
Who am I to deny your child the same life as my child – when to be honest the future of our burning planet depends on all our children – their dreams and solutions, their friendship.
I am one just human – invisible from space, alive perhaps for 79 years on a planet that is 4.5 billion years old…