What’s So Terrible About ‘Race-Changers’ Like Rachel Dolezal?

If people can ‘change their gender’ just by saying so, who’s to say we can’t declare ourselves ‘trans-race’?

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I knew a few transgender women long before they were ‘cool’.

I remember four in the 1990s: A fellow computer geek who longed to be a woman but couldn’t afford it; a married Pagan BBS friend; and a self-described transsexual (a still-acceptable term back then), in a small Usenet discussion group. Ironically, her new name was Caitlyn. Not that Caitlyn!

The fourth was a Real Life gal undergoing transition who joined our Pagan group. She looked, acted, and sounded like a woman. When she whipped me around on the Samhain ball dance floor I whispered in her ear, “Okay, NOW I can tell you used to be a man! You still have your man’s strength!” and we laughed.

Transgenders had more of a sense of humor back then, despite a helluva lot less support. Crossing genders wasn’t common then, but hardly unknown. In the 1960s, Christine Jorgenson, the world’s first surgical transgender, stalked off the live Dick Cavett show in a huff. We came to understand a small percentage of people felt born into the wrong body. Today, coinciding with the rise of social media, transgenderism has exploded in demand and developed its own set of politics, along with a distinct air of fashionableness.

Those who yell loudest that “Rapid Onset Gender Dysphoria doesn’t exist!” are often the ones who smell the most of appropriated coolness. The ones who seem, just below the surface, to require the external validation of others making the same choice as they have to live under a different gender identity, or just to experiment.

Now, all you have to do is declare yourself one label or t’other and the rest of the world is expected to goose-step into line. It’s created a whole culture war, mostly between natal women and ‘people with a penis’ who aren’t yet ready to give up ‘the dangler’ as my Pagan BBS trans buddy put it many years ago.

The good news is you no longer have to accept society’s labels and can live however you want to live, right? You can just slap any old label on yourself if you don’t like how you were born, maybe make a few cosmetic changes, and expect everyone to treat you as though you were always that way, right?

Whoa, li’l buckaroo, it doesn’t work like that!

Before we jump into the Rachel Dolezal debate, let’s take a quick look at another subculture of people who also slap other labels on themselves, occasionally with cosmetic alterations, appropriately named the ‘Otherkin’.

Otherkin take self-identification a step further and no longer restrict their identities to humanness. Their labels are legion (Millennials and Gen Z LOVE LOVE LOVE their labels!) and include vampires, fairies, elves, ‘furries’ (animals), aliens, sprites, mermaids, werewolves, and other mythical beings.

Some play at being other people/beings (D&D’ers, live-action roleplayers, historical re-creation groups) which ends when you return to the ‘real world’ of home and office. A small percentage choose to believe they actually are that person or being. They identify. Everyone around them is s’posed to go along with whatever Lady StarTwinkles Fluffybunny, Queen of the Unicorn Fairy Foo-Foos, says.

It’s pretty fair to say there’s precious little left you can’t appropriate for yourself if you ‘identify’ that way.

However, there’s one label Thou Shalt Not Appropriate.

Rachel Dolezal, Jessica Krug, and several Instagrammers have taken a lot of heat for passing themselves off as people of color while white. It seems to be a particularly white woman thing. It’s called ‘blackfishing’.

Nothing raises the hackles of POC, especially black women, quite like the Dominant Caste acquiring the mantle of victimhood and oppression by deciding to change race, something the natal POC can’t do.

Or can they?

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Yes, I know Michael Jackson had vitiligo. But the fact remains: He was arguably the whitest man alive when he died. The last music videos he made show a man who almost looks covered in Wite-Out(tm).

If he’d acquired light-colored custom contact lenses and lightened his hair, he could have easily passed for a white person. Apart from being Michael Jackson.

Was it all because of vitiligo, or did he, on some fundamental level, want to be white, more acceptable in a racist society?

He remained genetically black. We couldn’t see his children since he kept them covered in public but I wonder — was it all because he feared kidnapping attempts, or because he wanted to shield the evidence they weren’t his?

Once his children shed the Taliban crap, it was crystal-clear none had an ounce of African-American blood. Jackson wasn’t their biological father. No way.

You can change your appearance, but you can’t change your genetics. Which brings us back to the transgender community and the science denial rife in some corners that one is not fundamentally the way they were born, despite the fact that some trans-men can (and do) give birth, and that trans-women can still sire a child, even after losing ‘the dangler’ if she preserves some pre-transition sperm.

It’s hardcore evidence they’re still biologically the way they were born, regardless of how they identify.

But the hell with science. If you can declare yourself a man or a woman solely on your word, why can’t you change race?

The acceptance — sometimes blind acceptance — of labels on the left and especially in the transgender community, despite biological reality, will eventually trip up those who don’t accept ‘trans-racialism’.

Clearly, POC can change color if, like transgenders, they’ve got the money. Vitiligo patients are hardly the only ones to do it. Asian and Southeast Asian women have been lightening their skin for centuries.

Rachel Dolezal is so black she culturally appropriates blonde hair. CC0 4.0 image by Aaron Robert Kathman (cropped) on Wikimedia Commons

Rachel Dolezal took it a step further than white people seeking a good tan. She sought to transform herself into someone who could ‘pass’ for black. Had she wanted to go darker, she might have done what journalist Grace Halsell did. Halsell took vitiligo treatment pills to darken her skin so she could live and work while black in Harlem and Mississippi. Her 1969 book Soul Sister details her experiences.

She followed another journalist, John Howard Griffin, who first ‘went black’ to live and work in America, particularly in the worst of the worst — Mississippi — and wrote about it in his highly controversial bestseller Black Like Me.

The controversy wasn’t his ‘appropriated’ skin color for an adventure, but that he spoke out as a white man who’d dared to experience the racism American deniers preferred to ignore. Some trans-race critics argue the natal white don’t grow up in a racist society and can never truly understand what it means to be a person of color in racist America.