I'm not an expert on racism so I find myself struggling to articulate the significance of racism, and sometimes even the existence of it. So I won't try to here. I'm just going to write about how I feel about my classmates' resistance to the required reading Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria? by Dr. Beverly Tatum.

She defines racism as a systemic advantage based on race. So through her definition, all White people are racist because they benefit from this systemic advantage. Though I agree that White people in America are born into privilege because of their race, I don't agree that makes them racist.

Even though I disagree with her definition of racism, I still embraced the book and all its wisdom and insight. My White classmates, however, closed their minds after reading that definition. They felt they were being attacked. Rightly so, I wouldn't want to be called racist just because I'm White. But we all have racism in us, why deny it?

It's not all my White classmates that "don't get it" (a general phrase I use for social consciousness). But the ones who don't get it...I immediately feel a disconnect with them. They're offended that they're classmates of color barely remember any White friends from their undergrad. We weren't avoiding White people, but White people were irrelevant to the development of our racial identity. We sought out people of color to figure ourselves out, not to exclude White people. Undergrad was a big, big place and you could only get close to so many people. So the people I got close to were people of color. That was a specific phase in my life.

Now I'm in medical school, and in a class of 93 students, I'm going to remember a lot more people. It's a different phase in my life where I feel comfortable forming meaningful relationships with anyone in my class. Well, not so much after the reactions to this book.

One argument of a White classmate is that life is hard for everyone. Do you see any scholarships for Caucasians? Do you see any clubs for Caucasians? Again, I'm not an expert so it was difficult for me to counter his argument in words. But I felt the error in his argument, even though I couldn't articulate it. Now that I've let it stew in my mind, I would argue that even though life is hard for everyone, and each individual faces unique challenges, racism is pervasive and harmful to groups of people. So the scholarships and clubs are to help the groups of people who have historically been treated unfairly.

I completely respect every medical student's struggle to get into medical school. And I even admit that it is very possible/likely that the road to medical school for some of my White classmates was more difficult than my own. But racism, to me, is not about the individual. Of course, individuals suffer or gain from racism. But racism is about society, and how society views race. Our society is racist. We judge books by their cover, just not as verbally as we used to. But those judgments we make in our mind are influenced by everything we grew up with. We weren't born to prejudge, but we were sure taught to.

I feel a bit weak-minded for not liking those White classmates who so adamantly opposed the book. They are nice people. But they are nice people who aren't aware of their privilege of being White. I acknowledge that they worked hard to get here. They didn't get here simply because they were born White. However, I want them to acknowledge that people of color have extra obstacles to overcome simply because of their race. Since they don't acknowledge that, it's hard for me to connect with them. They are from a different world than me.