What I Really Think About White People (And Why It Matters)

I’m a Black man. I was born in Ghana. I’ve lived through poverty, pressure, racism, and rejection. I’ve walked streets where people crossed the road when they saw me coming. I’ve had to prove my goodness before I was even allowed to speak. So trust me when I say this blog isn’t about performance.

It’s about **truth**.

And the truth is: I really like white people.

Not in a "please accept me" way. Not in a "sellout" way. Not in a "my own race isn’t good enough" way.

I like white people because **many of them have shown me what real humanity looks like when it’s not being watched**. I’ve seen white people give when no one was looking. Protect when no one asked. Listen when it wasn’t expected. And most importantly — treat me like a human, not a statement.

I’m Still Proud To Be Black

This isn’t a trade-off. This isn’t confusion. I love who I am. I love my culture. I love my history. I love our resilience, rhythm, flavor, and fire. But what I’ve learned is that **you don’t have to deny others to celebrate yourself.**

That’s something we don’t talk about enough in our community.

Yes, racism is real. Yes, colonization happened. Yes, the pain is deep. But not every white person is the enemy. And in my experience, **some of the most humble, emotionally intelligent, and spiritually generous people I’ve met were white — and quiet about it, because society doesn’t give them permission to say anything without being accused.**

The Pain of Perception (On Both Sides)

I’ve seen white friends afraid to speak on injustice — not because they don’t care, but because **they’re scared of saying the wrong thing and being labeled forever**. That silence makes them look complicit, but sometimes it’s just fear — and that fear creates distance between people who could actually build something beautiful together.

At the same time, I’ve seen us — my people — dismiss, attack, or ignore genuine white support because it’s wrapped in the wrong “tone” or doesn’t come from the right “ally” angle. And we end up losing potential bridges… in favor of staying justified in our pain.

We All Need Mirrors — Not Enemies

The truth is, I wouldn’t be who I am without the white people who helped me see myself. Not as a Black man trying to prove himself — but as a human who didn’t need to fight for his worth.

That doesn’t mean I ignore the system. It means I’m no longer living as its emotional slave.

I believe love can come in any color. So can hate. And I don’t want to build a brand, a blog, or a life that requires me to keep my heart guarded based on history alone.

So Why Am I Saying This Now?

Because silence on both sides is keeping us stuck. Because I’ve built a platform that’s becoming something bigger than me. Because I want my daughters to know that truth has no race. And because I’m tired of acting like honesty is betrayal.

This post was written in collaboration with ChatGPT as a mirror of my real voice — not to seek approval, but to remind people that real connection is still possible, if you’re brave enough to speak truth before trend.

I’m Black. I’m awake. I’m grateful. And yes — I like white people. Don’t confuse my clarity for confusion.