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I have the right to remain silent

It was recently pointed out to me that I should not voice my opinion on racism because I'm white. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Although those were not the exact words expressed, that's what they meant. Most people who know me have heard me label myself as racist - against my own people. And I do admit to being prejudice. I'm only human (until proven alien). But I would never think less of anyone for being different from me (unless you're from Stockholm or Blekinge). But it hurt to hear these words being aimed at me. If it had been said by a random person, I would still be upset, but would not put too much thought into it, but this came from a person who claims to know me better than anyone. So it was the biggest slap in the face I have ever received in my life. And it got me thinking about all the other things I'm not allowed to say, simply based on who I am. And I don't just mean skin color. So for the past few days at work, I've preoccupied the lonely hours with making a mental list of things I'm not allowed to say/do/feel.

I am not allowed to express an understanding of what racism feels like, because I am white.
I am not allowed to speak in terms of there even being different races, enthicities, religions in this country, because I am white.
I am not allowed to feel hurt when someone calls me racist names and tells me to go home to my own country, because I am white.
I am not allowed to complain about how hard it is to find a proper job, because I am white.
I am not allowed to love colonial style houses, because colonialism represents racism.
I am not allowed to be offended, by anything, because I am white and therefore priviledged in every single area of life.
I am not allowed to love Denmark, because they are labeled as racist.
I am not allowed to consider Danish sexy, because no one else understands what they're saying.
I am not allowed to speak about weight, because I am skinny.
I am not allowed to feel hurt when someone calls me disgusting and bony, because I am skinny.
I am not allowed to say I'm not a foodie, because I am skinny and therefore automatically anorexic.
I am not allowed to say that I do like food, because I am skinny.
I am not allowed to deny having an eating disorder, because I am skinny.
I am not allowed to say that I was bullied in school, because I always had friends, I don't have any physical scars, and I didn't hate going to school.
I am not allowed to like lingerie and Victoria's Secret, because that is not feminist.
I am not allowed to say that I am not feminist, because I am a woman.
I am not allowed to call myself an adult, because I live with my father.
I am not allowed to feel in any way upset about my parents' divorce, because I am an adult.
I am not allowed to call myself a florist, because I don't work as one fulltime.
I am not allowed to say that I am a writer, because I am not published.
I am not allowed to call myself a linguist, because I don't have a degree.
I am not allowed to call myself intelligent, because I don't have a degree.
I am not allowed to call myself intelligent, because I am obsessed with the Kardashians.
I am not allowed to say I'm street smart, because I'm not from the streets.
I am not allowed to say I went to college, because I dropped out.
I am not allowed to call myself a citizen of the world, because I have never left Europe.
I am not allowed to say I prefer to vacation away from the tourists, because I am madly in love with Mallorca, and the Mediterranean in general.
I am not allowed to say that I speak Swedish fluently, because I speak Scanish.
I am not allowed to criticize Sweden, because I am Scanian.
I am not allowed to criticize Sweden, because I am Swedish.
I am not allowed to criticize Sweden, because I am "Danish".
I am not allowed to prefer English over Swedish, because I live in Sweden.
I am not allowed to say I hate pickled herring, because I live in Sweden.
I am not allowed to say I hate pickled herring, because I enjoy sushi.
I am not allowed to say I don't believe in God, because I don't have an explanation for the Big Bang.
I am not allowed to call myself spiritual, because I do not believe in God.
I am not allowed to blame others for anything, because we are in charge of our own destinies.
I am not allowed to feel sad or angry, because there are always those who have it a lot worse than myself.
I am not allowed to throw out food, because there are children starving in Africa.
I am not allowed to say I am in physical pain, because there is no apparent physical evidence.
I am not allowed to say I am in psychological pain, because there is no physical evidence.
I am not allowed to say I suffer from mental illness, because I don't show it and I'm not on medication, nor did I ask for a signed paper to prove it.
I am not allowed to say I have severe anxiety, because few people have seen me have an attack.
I am not allowed to say I have suffered from depression, because I haven't spent weeks curled up in bed just crying all day long.
I am not allowed to say I am an angry person, because I am always smiling.
I am not allowed to say I am a sad person, because I am always smiling.
I am not allowed to say I am against suicide, because I have never contemplated it.
I am not allowed to say I don't believe in popping pills, when I take vitamin b and allergy pills every day.
I am not allowed to say that my monthly cramps make me want to die, because there are those who have had their limbs blown off.
I am not allowed to say that I'm tired, because I am young.
I am not allowed to complain about old people, because I am young.
I am not allowed to complain about young people, because I am young.
I am not allowed to say that I'm in love, because I am not in a relationship.
I am not allowed to say I have a broken heart, because I flirt.
I am not allowed to say that ***** took my virginity, because others say so.
I am not allowed to talk about the longest relationship I have ever had, because he told me not to.
I am not allowed to say that handball is the greatest game ever invented, because I hate playing it.
I am not allowed to express sympathy for those forced to live on the street, because I don't offer them the money I need every penny of to keep myself alive.
I am not allowed to give money to raise breast cancer awareness but NOT wear the ugly pink ribbon, because that means I'm evil.
I am not allowed to have ANY opinions on child care, because I do not have children.
I am not allowed to dislike cats, because I have a dog.
I am not allowed to say I have suffered, because I have made it through.
I am not allowed to call myself shy, because I talk to strangers.
I am not allowed to talk to strangers, because I am shy.
I am not allowed to not like alcohol, because I'm in my twenties and live in Sweden.
I am not allowed to love snow, because... who fucking knows? It might be the law.
I am not allowed to write this bitter and pessimistic list, because I am who I am, namely perfect.

I named this post "I have the right to remain silent". But I'm not even sure I'm allowed to do that.