And the truth is this IS reality. My brother and I are the only Latino Americans in our dominant Southern white family. We see things from a different perspective than they do. Our reactions are different than their’s. Our worldviews, tweaked by the experiences of a tattered past rooted in our own conflicts of self-identity, generate different responses to even our familial relations, maybe even especially those relations.
So when I point this difference out—instead of concern, warmth or understanding—I get hostility. This is the “whiteness” worldview reflective in the deepest of personal conflicts. I don’t know how to deal with it aside from ignoring it and even running. Someday I feel like I’m going to lose my family because I see this world differently than they do. My sister tells me I’m racist and I don’t make sense. That hurts; and it is sad.