Dear Friend/Good White Person

reneeGreetings. Thank you for our recent conversation. I understand that it was very important for you to share your story with me so that I would know that you are “a good white person.” You are the first person I know to openly introduce yourself as such. I wasn’t able to share my story at the time so I wanted to write you a letter and in the process share a bit of my story with you.

I don’t know if you remember me, but I have met you and various members of your family many times over the years. The very first time was my senior year in high school, and everyone was getting ready for graduation. I was caught up in mundane preparations and then the yearbook came out. My classmates and I spent a considerable amount of time in the hallways signing one another’s yearbooks and looking for photos of ourselves. I didn’t find my own photo until later in the day. Thankfully I was alone because under this photo was a caption that read: “Most likely to work at Burger King and have five children.” This is where you and your family enter the picture.

Mr. Good White Person was my advisor and economics teacher. I was a student in an International Baccalaureate program, and we all took economics. I went to Mr. Good White Person’s classroom to discuss the situation with the yearbook. We sat down. I showed him my photo in the yearbook and asked what I should do.

He didn’t understand. “What you should do about what?” he asked. I explained again. His response? “These are good kids. They didn’t mean any harm. They were just having a bit of fun.”

I next met female members of your family when I began associating with members of the Religious Society of Friends.

It was a great shock for your relatives when I walked into the meetinghouse and sat down to center for worship. The kitchen is just off to the side of the worship space so I could clearly overhear the whisper asking the question, “Does she know that there aren’t any black Quakers?” I believe this comment was made out of concern for my perceived comfort level among the Religious Society of Friends. However, I would like to point out that although American Friends are overwhelmingly white, the majority of Friends worldwide are people of color.

I continued going back to the meetinghouse, so your relatives slowly got used to seeing me and no longer felt the need to whisper questions about me to each other. Asking me directly was now the norm. Sadly, it became such a norm that my presence in meeting for worship seemed to prompt “Ask a Black Quaker” time. Over the years I’ve been asked numerous questions, many of which I ignored or answered as succinctly (or tersely depending on your viewpoint) as possible. I am going to answer the frequently asked questions at this time. Perhaps you can share my responses at the next Good White Person Reunion or at Gathering. I am assuming that the majority of your relatives will be at one event or the other, probably both.

Question: “Do you miss the music?” (I think what you are really asking me is do I miss the gospel choir and traditional hymns associated with the “Black Church”?)

Verbal response: No.

Mental commentary: Did someone seriously just ask me if I miss not hearing music for one hour out of the week? For the record, I listen to inspirational music during my commute to the meetinghouse to center down. I also arrive for worship about an hour early and sing my praises in the meetinghouse. More to the point, why are you asking me, an African American classically trained cellist, if I miss “the music”? Do you ask white Friends, many of whom are much more musically inclined than I am, this question? Have you asked a white Friend this question?

Question: Can I touch your hair?

Initial response: I always pretend I don’t hear that question, but since you can’t seem to get the hint or just have difficulty with subtlety, you just repeat the question.

Aside: For the record, my answer to that question will always be no. What is your problem? Unless you are a child, there is no reason for you to even think that I will say yes to this question, especially if you don’t even know my name.

You have told me in the past that you are certain that Imogene [or insert the name of the person of color who is not me but also attends your meeting here] doesn’t feel the same way about these situations as I do. Let me tell you one more thing before I close: I am certain my name is not Imogene. We are not the same person. She has had her experiences, and I have had mine. Black people are not a monolith. Friends of color are not a monolith.

Finally, thank you so much for your concern for my well-being over the years, and yes, it might be easier for me if I just found a “good black church,” but God has not told me to leave the Religious Society of Friends, so I will be seeing you around the meetinghouse, at yearly meeting, and at Gathering.

Love and Light,

Regina Renee

P.S. I realize you do not know my name so this letter may confuse you. I am the person of color you approach for conversation at random times, in random places, and to whom you offer unsolicited and seemingly random advice.


Editor’s note (10/17/14):

Regina Renee is not the only one using the open-letter strategy to address racism. The much-anticipated film Dear White People—described as “a biting satire of racial politics” by New York Magazine—opens in theaters on Friday, October 17. Watch the trailer below:

Regina Renee

Regina Renee is a former classroom teacher and current public librarian. She is passionate about social justice, intellectual freedom, labyrinths, and popcorn. Yes, popcorn. She serves on the board of Western Friend and attends Mountain View Meeting in Denver, Colo. You can find her online at A Friendly Journey ( and on Twitter @FriendRsquared.

9 thoughts on “Dear Friend/Good White Person

  1. Thankfully Brooklyn Meeting is a little more diverse (in terms of numbers although percentage wise we could do better). Those little behaviors are something that white folks need to be aware of every day. Latent racism is something even the most “liberal” in us must fight. Being a minority of about 10 white kids in our elementary school of 1000+ helped in perspective but didn’t make all issues of skin color vanish. Reminds me of Richard Pryor talking about his experiences going to Africa. Every white American should have to go through what blacks go through every day- in the car, at the store, applying for a job. We have a black president but still have a long way to go.

  2. “P.S. I realize you do not know my name so this letter may confuse you. I am the person of color you approach for conversation at random times, in random places, and to whom you offer unsolicited and seemingly random advice.”

    Nailed it. Ouch!

    The one about being asked to touch your hair is particularly horrifying. It’s hard to believe any adult human being would not get that that’s ridiculously offensive.

    I am really sorry you’ve had to put up with this, and in your spiritual community, too. I hope I am not guilty of most of these, but I will at least attempt to do my own homework, examining myself for the residue of racist attitudes I’ve soaked up simply by living in our culture.

    Not to be a good white person… but to be fully human, and able to partner with people of color to challenge racist assumptions, not fall into them.

    Thank you.

  3. Thanks for sharing Regina. And I’m so sorry that this has been your experience.
    Moreover, I’m sorry for the ignorance within myself that allows for, if not contributes to experiences such as yours.

    Thanks, and blessings.

    Friends in Ramallah

  4. I loved this letter. It spoke to me so much. I’m sorry that people can be so condescending. Now, I’m going to try really hard not to sound like one of the white people addressed by the letter. As a white man, I can’t claim to understand what it feels like to the victim of racism. However, as an openly bisexual transman (read “Transforming Prejudice Into Love” in the Sept. 2012 issue of Friends Journal), I do understand what it feels like to be the target of biphobia & transphobia. I also understand what it feels like to the token LGBTQ person in the room. I get asked different questions, though.

    “What is your real name?” I answer “Aran is my real name.” When someone persists, I explain that if I told them my old name (which was very girly & very 60’s), then they might not see me as the man that I am.

    “Why did you become a man if you wanted to be with men?” I tend to roll my eyes & then gently explain that gender identity & sexual orientation are 2 different things.

    “Have you had the surgeries yet?” or “What do your genitals look like?” I refuse to answer these questions period. I sometimes explain why I refuse to answer the questions, but sometimes I terminate the conversation right then & there because these questions are extremely transphobic.

  5. Well, I agree with you Regina on so much of this. I would call your encounters with the “good white people” better labeled “dumb white people.” The comment in the yearbook is appalling. Did they leave equally rude comments under other photos of other people?

    I have had African American people come up and touch my hair, without even asking. They made comments about the texture. It really did not bother me.

    It sounds like these people have not been around people of color that much, hence their dumbness. I am around people of color more than I am around white people, so you would not hear me making these comments or asking the dumb questions.

    The only problem I have with this article is it seems to lump all white people in the same category… isn’t that what dumb white people do to black people?

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