The New America magazine is a magazine that prides itself on its intellectualism, but the New York Review of Books has its own peculiar streak of self-delusion.
It was founded by two former editors and, as its title suggests, has been obsessed with racism.
So when it published a piece this week titled “A New York City Boy’s Dream: A White Girl Can Make a Black Girl Like Me,” I was taken aback.
The author, the magazine’s editorial director, wrote, “It is not surprising that the New Yorker’s editors are also obsessed with racial issues.
After all, their editors are black.”
This article, however, made me think more deeply about the article’s author, New York magazine’s senior editor for the African-American community, Aline Brosh McKenna.
I think I have a very different opinion of the piece, and one I would have shared with McKenna.
She is clearly not the sort of person I would expect to write a piece for the magazine.
When I first saw McKenna’s article, I was shocked by the suggestion that black people should be treated differently than white people.
I thought it was insulting and condescending.
I am white.
McKenna writes, “The way we think of our own bodies is shaped by the way we view race and racism.”
McKenna, like other white people, has had a difficult time understanding the difference between a racist stereotype and an actual experience of racism.
In a way, I am an extension of white privilege.
I have all the resources in my life to afford my own privilege, which includes a wealth of social and professional connections that allow me to be perceived as an intelligent, thoughtful, and self-aware person.
I can make an informed decision about whether or not to adopt the stereotyped behavior of others, such as a black person.
But McKenna’s piece, like so many of the other racist, sexist, and homophobic articles published by the New America, is a response to the way white people perceive themselves.
McKenna describes her own experience of being racially profiled as a child: “My father was the only black person who lived in my neighborhood, so I was always teased.
I was called all sorts of racist names.
I never had any real friends, and I wasn’t able to get along with the white kids because I was too scared of them.”
I was terrified of all of that.
McKenna also wrote about being “forced to grow up” in a white household, which she said made her feel “as if I was a little alien.”
She went on to explain how she felt like “I had no one to turn to,” which led her to believe that “I was different.”
McKenna also describes how she had to deal with “being called names by the teachers at the school.”
McKenna writes: I always thought that I was ‘different’ and ‘other,’ and that I wasn.
My parents made sure I knew that I couldn’t talk about racism.
They told me, “You’re too stupid.
You’ll never understand this stuff.”
It was such a hard life.
McKenna continues: When I got older, I thought that maybe I was different because I didn’t have white friends.
When you’re black, you feel as if you are invisible.
I felt that I could never get past the fact that I looked like someone else and that it was my fault that I didn and that if I had listened, I would not be here.
McKenna went on: When white people were looking for black people, they would always go to me.
I could not even imagine being rejected from a white person because I looked black.
McKenna’s “white privilege” is not based on her experiences of racism but on her assumption that being black is something you can’t change, and that your race makes you different from everyone else.
McKenna does not see the experience of black people as an act of racism, but a natural part of who they are.
When she talks about being black, she is not describing the experiences of people of color in the US who are still struggling with their own racism and are not “white” as a way of describing their experiences.
It is a way to make assumptions about black people without actually understanding the issues.
McKenna is not a journalist.
She does not do interviews, nor do she provide research or analysis of racial inequality.
She simply says, “I am a black woman and I am black.”
McKenna is also not a white woman.
She has no connection to the white women and men who wrote the New Republic piece, nor does she know who the writer is or even that she is a woman.
The New Republic article did not even mention race.
Rather, it made fun of a fictionalized character named Michelle, who McKenna said was not real.
McKenna then referred to a fictional character called Michelle, and said, “She’s white.”
In this way, McKenna and her fellow white people are not only misrepresenting the experiences and experiences of black women but are also