Observation February Twelve

"White people are not real."

I do not believe in the lie of race.

I am not white.

For some reason, supposed white people get mad when you tell them this, which seems self-evident to me: 

White people don't exist.
They are made up. 

Race is a manner of blood-purity myths, usually advanced by people who dream themselves white. 

Because race isn't real and white skin isn't white, white identity is reduced to power, always lacking—often violently so. See ample evidence in history and psychology.

The "facts" of race are things white people teach each other to justify their attempts to be custodians of supposed racial orders.

It's a cognitive distortion, a trick, a test, the first proximal lie that begets all the other lies of its craft.

Any person who conceeds and calls themselves white has been led astray to believe something about themselves that isn't true and which they do not have to accept.

That we are anything other than humans made by God is false.

To concede and call myself white is to embrace a neo-colonial vernacular that forces me into accepting the concept of race as a fact—which I do not, and it is not.