Mes joues creuses et mon regard perçant ne facilitent pas les choses quand il s'agit de franchir une frontière. Mais quelle que soit la minutie de la fouille, et vous pouvez me croire qu'elles ont été consciencieuses, je finis toujours par passer. Deux raisons à cela : je respecte la loi. Et je suis blanc. Je suis ridiculement blanc. Blanc à la "Combats le bolchevisme, rejoins la hird". Ca aide.

Ebrei, Rom e Celti hanno una cosa in comune: la loro cultura è sopravvissuta per migliaia di anni senza mai avere confini nazionali da difendere o dietro cui proteggersi.

Dammit, white folk are always giving orders, it's a habit with them. Why didn't you make an excuse? You're black and living in the South-- did you forget how to lie?

Whiteness has been, above all, a racial formation that presupposed and reproduced relations of inequality and domination between "whites" and their racial others.

She was so pale she could have been moonlight.

Nothing changes if we just feel shitty about being White. And nothing changes if we refuse to talk about it. The opposite of white pride does not have to be white shame. We can’t push it away and pretend it’s not us. We are not color-blind, we are not post-race, we do not get to reject our whiteness because it makes us feel bad…This does not get solved with a Celebration of Diversity Day and a coexist bumper sticker. (Kate Schatz)