Featured photo: Single mother holding the bane of her existence
Most white Americans on the western side of the United States, twenty years ago, would have laughed at the idea of racism in average American homes citing civil rights movements, the number of African American employees at work, in their bowling league, or the nice minority family living three houses down. Recently there’s been a shift in American Western culture, the veil having been ripped from the pampered, well slept, average, upper class, white eyes to reveal the real disparity in American culture as a whole. From Charlotte N.C. burned churches, to riots on the street over the death of George Floyd. The exposure having shaken most average American homes, one single white mom began questioning her own growing biases.
Lonny Tripp, a single mother of four living in the suburbs of California, found herself growing more and more intolerant of white people. “They’re lazy, filthy, careless.” Lonny says in an interview, “It’s all of them, they lack drive and ambition. Their main focus is shopping, consuming, how much froth is in their white mochaccino; And, there’s no point in arguing with them, they always think they’re right.”
“Every day in the media, the mistreatment of waitstaff, the growing complaints from millennials and generation Z on employment obligations and pay rates. I watched rich, white celebrities literally break laws and get a slap on the wrist. I looked at my family, in my small six bedroom home with a pool and grew more and more intolerant.”
Lonny, having raised four children alone for the last three years found herself in an existential dilemma she had to seek therapy to reconcile.
“I hated white, overprivileged, kids. The laundry they left behind for me, the piles of dishes. It was like pulling teeth to get them to even take the dog for a walk, god forbid I didn’t let my sixteen year old borrow the car.” Lonny says of her experience as a single mother in a middle class white American household. “I was absolutely sure, then, that I hated my own race. I hated white people.” Adding a cordial laugh in our interview she goes on to say, “I couldn’t possibly hate my kids. They’re my kids!”
“What Lonny is dealing with is common among new single mothers. We call it Mommy fatigue.” Says Dr. Diane Fielbetr, a psychologist in the field of maternity and self healing. “It’s not abnormal to redirect the focus of one’s frustration away from the actual perpetrator and generalize the frustration in an attempt to avoid a violent confrontation.”
After radical considerations, Lonny sought advice from specialist. “I was ready to adopt a Mexican family, bring them in, straight from Mexico! I have plenty of space. At least someone would be mowing the lawn!” Lonny says. “But, my therapist said, no, it’s not racism. Which brought me huge relief. I could stop braiding my hair in cornrows, and using Queens’ vernacular. That’s the city of Queens, not the Queen’s English. I didn’t have to quit my job, I work for an all white, firm of male Lawyers as a paralegal.”
Lonny continues to captain her home as the matriarch, “I’m not racist! I just can’t stand my kids.”
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