“Louder-Weinners” is a fictional wealthy, white, awakened left-wing family. Carrin, Stan and their daughter Krista Clare live in LaLa Land. Although their stories are fictitious, their adventures are based on years of observation of people like them. Any similarity to the actual awakener is entirely coincidental.
Dear diary
On Saturday, Stan and I were on our way to the BLM anti-racism activity. I was fully prepared to be yelled at for our systemic racism and white privilege, but I was not prepared for what happened next.
A text message from our daughter Christa Claire flashed on the Tesla display. It just said: “911.”
I turned to Stanley in horror, my eyes were too white. “Oh my God! Stan, our kid is in trouble!”
Stan’s face was pale, and I was ashamed of our white man again. When we saw the poor stranded whale on Catalina Island last year, he had the same expression on his face. In addition, there are still people on the beach who are not wearing masks. It’s too much. So many people want to kill us, we are helpless. Stan came back, completely helpless.
At that moment, terrible, terrible thoughts flashed in my mind… Did Maria let her smelly cousin into the house?To make matters worse, does he use the swimming pool again? Is Shih Tzu painted on the Persian carpet? Did Krista misplace the phone number of her new therapist? God bless, did Krista Clare forget to take her Lexapro…?
This is too much. Stan seemed stable enough, but I started to hyperventilate. My hands are shaking. At this moment, Tesla’s “early warning” system warned us that Stan’s blood pressure had soared. “Warning! Warning! Blood pressure rises.” Still, Stan put on his best American Civil Liberties Union lawyer’s face and said to me, “Carlin, make a call.” I shook my head to clear it. And restored my center.
I quickly called Christa. Stan put Tesla into self-driving mode.
Suddenly, Christa’s voice filled the car. She answered with a plain “Carrin”. I knew right away that this was a crisis (when she called my name directly, she was in her “adult place”). Oops…Oh, I didn’t want to scare her, but what horrible thing happened? !
“Kalin,” our daughter said in a lecture tone, “you did it again…again. You left me a latte…with milk. Milk, Karin! Milk! Milk is racist and patriarchal Sweet girl, Karin… how many times do I have to say it? I specifically ordered a cup of sugar oat milk shake espresso!”
Krista continued, “I’m really dying, Carrin, I consumed some of this fluid racism. Maria had to clean up the mess. I really consumed racism, mom. And you are the one who did this to me. . Your racism is so distressing. You said you are working hard, but it is not good enough, Carlin! No. Good enough.”
I said, “Doll, please, what can I do, what can we do to make up for you… I am committed to hating myself and acknowledging my racism. Eat sushi tonight? I can send Maria go.”
Krista now said in a soft, sad voice, “Hug, mother, hug”… (She calls me mother!)
When Stan opened his hands to take his air hug, tears poured out of his eyes. I also gave Krista one of the most special Airhug.
I started sobbing, and then Stan started crying. Through the speaker, I can also hear Christa’s sobbing. We are still racists, but we let Krista come back, and everything is fine in the world. (We will be able to tell our friends this story in a fundraising event!)
I feel very “good” now. However, I realized how wrong this is.
