Two weeks ago, I wrote an editorial for my campus newspaper called “No, I’m Not Privileged Because I’m White.” The entire purpose of the article was to debunk the myth of white privilege, which is a concept that my generation seems to be obsessed with. Not only do all of my fellow classmates seem to accept it as an undisputed reality, but I’ve also seen it taught inside of the classroom by one of my professors. I spent two full days writing the article, being careful to get all of my facts straight and convey my message in a clear and concise manner. But before the opinion column was even published, all hell broke loose.
Just one day before the paper was set to be distributed, my friend who works as an opinion editor informed me that the higher-ups wanted me to send them a list of all of the sources I used in my research. Apparently, they were questioning whether they were legitimate, or whether I had just pulled them out of thin air. Frustrated, I sent over a list of my sources.
Next, I was informed that the newspaper staff were not only considering excluding my opinion piece, but were also considering banning me from the school paper altogether. If this happened, then I was more than prepared to take my story to the media and expose it as yet another instance of a school silencing conservative thought. Thankfully, and much to my surprise, they published it.
The following week, the newspaper staff held a public forum inside the school’s student center to give all those who were “offended” by my article a chance to speak out. They encouraged students to attend, but oddly enough, yours truly wasn’t invited. Had I received an invitation, I would have showed up to respectfully defend my article and my opinion. After all, nothing that I wrote was hateful or bigoted in any way — that is of course, unless you consider facts to hateful.
And therein lies the problem with my generation: They say they believe in tolerance and diversity, but the second they are faced with an opposing viewpoint that makes them uncomfortable, they lose their minds. They cover their ears, turn their backs, and when all else fails, they seek out what I consider to be one of the biggest abominations to ever come to college campuses: school “safe zones.”