I'm white myself and was just listing slurs I've personally heard. Peckerwood, whitey and white trash are all considered pretty offensive where I'm from. The words may look a bit silly when they're typed out but you're missing the contempt and hatred that comes along with it when someone looks you dead in the eyes and calls you a slur.

The point is that they reduce you to a single feature, and display a clear disregard for your personhood. Perhaps being entirely unaffected by slurs is a bit of white privilege I've never felt and they genuinely don't bother most people but idk

Oh I thought it was about saltines. White crackers that are bland and of little use on their own; bland and only useful to support things with more flavour.

I was sitting there after posting that, thinking to myself that this was definitely something someone would immediately ask me in person, so to see it pop up instantly in my notifications like that was both very funny and a depressing statement on human nature. "You mentioned there are two surefire ways to make you really sad for the rest of the day, but you only gave us one?"

I considered not answering, because that would be amazingly stupid ammo to just give away for free, but the thing about me is I wouldn't be alive right now if I weren't also amazingly stupid.

Anyway, one half of my family are wannabe rednecks. The other side is turkish and the only people in America who can find that on a map are the only ones who know exactly what they're talking about. For reasons that are pretty understandable, there is enmity between turks and greeks, armenians, etc., so on the few occasions I've intentionally or accidentally outed the connection about myself in such company, I've more than once been called roach to my face with zero other provocation.

In their defense, ✩°｡⋆we do a little genocide as a treat⋆｡°✩, and seeing people double and triple down instead of simply just admitting that was maybe a mistake seems despairingly common. (If this is you, anonymous reader, you're not having the effect on your national image that you think you are, and I wish I could go one day without being humiliated by proxy).

In my defense, the first person to ever say this to me was in their late 60s, I was a teenager, and I have never even been out of the country before. My numbers may be off because I got that public school education, but I do not think I was alive back then to have had any hand in this. In that sense, another (otherwise dismissive) commenter was very on the nose when they compared the dynamic at play to Original Sin: I never did this. I do not and would never agree to this. I can do very close to nothing or actually nothing at all to ever begin to fix it. But I still have to spend my life repenting for it.