I am a white woman of German/Irish/Dutch/Scottish/English/Native American descent.

Yes.
I’m an American mutt.

In the current cultural climate, because I’m white, I owe some kind of debt to African Americans.   No, no.   My family wasn’t involved in slave trade and didn’t own any plantations that I know of, but I’m guilty by association.   Right?

Because I’m of German heritage, I am somehow mysteriously connected to Auschwitz and owe everyone of Jewish, Polish, and others an debt that I can never personally repay – although I wasn’t alive… my parents… or my grandparents were alive at the time.   Rather, I should be punished some way for sporting blue eyes and light-colored hair because this might be a trigger for someone who wasn’t born until well after WWII.

And the English –  what can I saw about them?
At one point, the sun never set on the British Empire.    There’s probably a whole lot of blame to be tossed around there.

On the other hand, I’m part Native American, which puts just about everyone who lives or makes money on American soil owes me something.

I’m also a woman.  Sexism and the glass ceiling have repressed me since the Neanderthal times.  So, that means nearly every person with an XY chromosome should be kissing my pinky toe, rather I know him or not.

Bonus —
For most of my younger years, I was obese.  Not just a little, but I was a pretty “good sized” gal.   How am I going to be compensated for being ignored, mistreated, and put-down?   I’m pretty sure the monetary settlement from * just * high school years would be enough to completely pay off the mortgage.  What would the football captain, in particular, pay because he never asked me on a date because of my size?

Am I getting this straight?

It doesn’t matter who I am or what I can do.
My personality is not of any consequence.  Any friend I may have, rather they be African-American, Jew, or Hispanic, doesn’t earn me credit.  It doesn’t matter that I give all of my students, regardless of skin color, background, or financial standing, all the same breaks and grade as impartially as I can.

I should feel ashamed and expect compensation from the whole world because my family had the luck and good fortune to pro-create?

Should I feel bad because I was born healthy?

Do I get points for living in fly-over country?

The world is a little crazy.
If I accidently bump into someone and hurt her or him, I say I’m sorry.
I — don’t — say I’m sorry to everyone before I do anything.
I don’t expect people to apologize to me because their great-great grandfather stole my great-great grandmother’s pie off the windowsill.

I try to take people as they are.
The family, genealogy, and skin color doesn’t really matter.
When we die, we die.
When we bleed, we bleed.
When we love, we love.

There’s nothing new or unique about that — at all. —
Everyone likes to think they’re special and they could be to specific people.   However, in the grand plan, we’re not.  Just because ice cream comes in different flavors, doesn’t mean it won’t melt in the sun.

No ones owes anyone based upon what may or may not have happened lifetimes ago.
Period.  —

Let’s just feel lucky to be here and that we do share – one – thing in common….

credit card bills.