Getting Woke to my White Privilege

In a move entirely in keeping with their customary practise, the new English bosses of Aotearoa New Zealand forced the Waiohua Māori off their land, because in 1863 that’s what the English did. They then sold that land to another English person. The English weren’t the only Europeans to give indigenous people in newly occupied countries the heave-ho off the land they’d lived on for centuries, but the English were the Europeans who claimed those ‘rights’ in Aotearoa.

Now, strangely enough, these particular Māori (amongst others, as well) didn’t “just get over it”. And like all injustices, it festered until it became a stoush. Right now, a young Māori warrior woman, Pania Newton, is spearheading the protection of this piece of land, called Ihumātao – which is considered sacred – from development. Until now, the land had been farmed, and passed down through the English settler’s family, and then finally on-sold to a developer. Of course, the matter is complex, and involves wrong-doings, right-doings, and good intentions going pear-shaped on each side of the racial fence – but the guts of it is that these Māori have had a gutsful.

And this is where I feel a bit weird about it all. I support what the Māori protectors of this piece of land are doing – and at the same time feel my white privilege losing its surety. I didn’t know I had white privilege for a long time. I just thought that I was more willing to put in the effort at living a better life than many Māori. All I saw, from my perspective, was that Māori weren’t doing the best they could for themselves, and chose not to control their bad behaviours, etc, etc, etc ……   I thought that we all had the same opportunities, but that they kept themselves in a bad place of their own volition. Why exactly they would do that, wasn’t something I thought about. It didn’t seem like rocket science to me to know how to ‘do life’, even if it wasn’t all smooth sailing, so I thought that they were willfully just not trying.

I grew up in a big working-class family, and both my parents worked. Money was tighter than tight, and was the subject of many fights, but we never went hungry, and we kept the roof over our heads. My mother was a determined woman, and worked her butt off at cleaning jobs, so she could pay to send us all to good schools. If she’d been like my father was with money, our story could have been different. However, my father was still a hard worker, and between the two of them we learned by absorption that it was normal to have a job, and make the effort to get on in life. It wasn’t easy, though, and it didn’t seem like there was any sort of privilege involved.

Then, some years ago, I attended a course on feminism, and got my eyes opened to how skewed and ignorant my perspective was. Learning from someone who has actually studied and researched their topic, turned out to be more illuminating than the random ‘learning’ I had done to date. Funny thing that. On that course I finally understood deep down what it meant to have white privilege. Growing up in a Pakeha/white family and environment prepared me for navigating life in a Pakeha/white-dominated world. Being a white woman in a white system meant that I had fewer obstacles to get past, to get the same outcome as a Māori woman would have. As a woman also in a ‘man-made’ world, I totally got the concept. It felt like the blinds were lifted on my view of the world, which I couldn’t pull back down again.

Now I can’t un-know what I know about privilege. I know about the invisible social and workplace systems that do exist to favour a racial and gender hierarchy.  I know that I unconsciously assumed white superiority, even though I didn’t feel personally superior, and would have denied that I was racist.  I know how our back-story, no matter how recent or ancient it is, sets us on our life path. We can change our life path, but only after we’ve learned an entirely new set of skills to do that. Sounds easy? It’s not. Our back story never goes away. It always has a hand in who we are and what we do. Being dispossessed, disrespected, and demoted, is a tough back story to have.

When the thought of sharing our world with others, and letting them stake an equal claim in it, in their own way, makes us uncomfortable, it’s because we feel – either consciously or sub-consciously – that the privilege we’ve taken for granted is under threat. I absorbed the story about white privilege, and have felt the discomfort of losing it. I own this, because then it becomes something real that I can eviscerate. The thought of not doing that now is stifling – whilst still being challenging. Unexpectedly, it’s also invigorating. To dare to crack open doors in my mind that I didn’t know were there, to discover what might be behind them, and of how things might be different, is both scary and exciting. I don’t expect to be thanked for my ‘magnanimity’ in doing this, nor given a medal by Māori, or other minorities and indigenous people, because it’s how it always should have been.

I don’t expect that I’ll ever be perfect, either. There will always be some behaviours in others that I dislike, and prejudices that pop up out of the blue. I’ll say things in the wrong way, because I have my own back-story running in the background. However, now it’s natural for me to examine my thinking and language when that happens. I like that I have learned to do that. It opens my world, instead of keeping it small.

Finally, I didn’t know if I was ever going to finish this blog! It has taken a long time to write, and has been hard yakka, to be honest. I would have to agree with the (reportedly) happiest person in the world when he said that it is exhausting to think about yourself too much. There have been many alterations and deletions in this piece, but I still fear that I may not have shared my thoughts well, and it will come across to some as offensive or patronising. If that happens, I’m sorry. I’m a baby-boomer – enough said? 😊

10 thoughts on “Getting Woke to my White Privilege

  1. There’s much to say to this, more than I can dedicate to the moment. The gist of which has been on my mind for some time. As all things build on prior knowledge, your post adds stock to my stores. Thank you, your expression is appreciated.

    Now, in keeping with our language enlightenment, thanks for the word stoush.

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    1. Hi Peter, Good to join you in Australia at Katrina’s place in Winter. Trying to cement much grist together as well and to form them into some kind of bricks — perhaps into a safe place for at least a trio of little pigs who are running from a wolf. Stoush is new to me as well, actually all that hard yakka 🙂

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      1. It’s a bit easier for us in this part of the world to understand Americanisms, because we get much more exposure to American TV and films, than the other way round. But, do feel free to throw some of the more obscure Americanisms my way 🙂

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  2. Hi Katrina, Thanks for a perspective drawn from another geography and separate historical context, but in many ways from a similar culture and a common British imperial tradition. Empires do a thorough-going self-cleansing process while they conduct the ethnic cleansing necessary to make it safe for “democracy.” George Santayana’s too-oft repeated quote about not learning from history assumes that you haven’t doctored the history to fashion a mask. When the Indigenous residents have succumbed to genocide or isolation in “reservations,” it’s easy to say that mistakes were made but that it is too late now to change. The Big Lie — if endlessly repeated — becomes some form of manifest destiny that was somehow necessary to bestow Western Civilization everywhere.

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    1. I think that the Europeans were arseholes to the indigenous people wherever they went, to a greater or lesser degree. Digging deep into my psyche (ouch!), I realise that the less ‘special’ we feel as individuals, the more we want to hold onto any privilege that we might have. Especially if it’s not something we’ve actually earned by our own endeavours, and therefore is subject to outside vagaries and whims.

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  3. I *knew* you were in New Zealand, Katrina, so what am I doing in Australia? Going to blame it on the IKEA phenomenon and their inexplicable insistence on omitting your country from their World Map Decor. Perhaps you have seen this response to that phenomenon:

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