There’s a thread in human history—one that stretches back as far as we can trace.
It’s the thread of division, of hierarchy, of one group positioning itself above another to claim power, resources, and control.
And even as we move forward in what should be an enlightened era, that thread still poisons its way through our societies.
White supremacy isn’t just a concept to study or debate in classrooms; it’s a living, breathing reality, an ugly scar across the face of our evolution as a species.
How can it be that in a world where white-skinned humans are now a global minority, the idea of white supremacy still clings to the corners of power?
The answer lies not in superiority but in fear.
Fear of losing control.
Fear of having to look in the mirror and confront the atrocities carried out in the name of maintaining dominance as a god-force.
It’s a system that breathes because it was built to.
Those who continue to believe in the myth of white superiority live in a construct, one that’s steeped in ignorance, hate, and an insidious sense of righteousness.
They grasp onto this notion because it gives them power over others, even when, in reality, their lives are often marked by their own forms of desperation and hopelessness.
The hate becomes a shield for the pain, the fear of irrelevance, the awareness of an empty life.
What’s brutal—and what’s almost unbearable—is that this cycle persists because of environments created by lack.
Lack of education.
Lack of opportunity.
Lack of hope.
The humans who hate, who cling to the belief in their racial superiority, often exist in these dark places—so far removed from the light of empathy and understanding that they become entrenched in the shadows of ignorance.
Fear is their currency, and hate is their language.
And when someone you know and love, who might be deeply entrenched in this reality, says she isn’t hopeful, it’s like hearing the air leave the room.
It’s a reminder that not everyone has the privilege of living in hope.
When people live in survival mode, often they’re just trying to keep their heads above water.
The notion of dreaming, of hope, becomes a luxury they can’t afford.
And that’s where the root of this hate stems from—it’s easier to hate and blame than to confront the profound emptiness inside.
It’s easier to project superiority when the inner reality is fraught with insecurity and helplessness.
So how do we dismantle this system?
By relentlessly holding onto our humanity, by refusing to let the darkness consume the light.
By standing up to it, not with more hate, but with clarity and honesty.
We must recognize that white supremacy is the product of fear and desperation, and in recognizing that, we must create spaces where education, opportunity, and hope become the new standard.
When humans see a better way to live, when we each feel included in a shared humanity, we start to let go of those old constructs.
It doesn’t happen overnight, but it starts with connection.
And yes, even when we’re gaslighted by the very people we’re trying to reach, we keep holding out our hand.
Because somewhere in the dark, someone will take it.
All My Love,
Ginger ♥