If my experiences have offended some of you, I'm sorry that you didn't like it, and I'm sorry that you don't understand. I'm sorry that when the next time a woman of colour speaks on a subject like this, you will do the same thing to her. I'm sorry that you won't give her experience any second thought. I'm sorry that you won't even consider delving deeper into history. I'm sorry for you.
I live in a predominately white city. Everywhere I went, I was white men's object (emphasis on object) of desire. I was being objectified, exoticized and sexualized for being one of few coloured girls in a sea of white men. Until I regain my trust in white men, I've saved myself from being checked off someone's "To Do" list again.
One local CBC radio station celebrates an annual event called "Sounds of the Season." The price of admission is a donation of a food item to the local food bank. This annual event is beginning to feel a lot like "them" and "us" to me. Drawing lines between those who can make a donation and those who must ask for help is not going to benefit any of us.