We talk a lot about racism in America, but what we’re really contending with today isn’t just race—it’s culture. It’s not about the color of your skin, but the code you speak. Not the blood in your veins, but the dialect on your tongue. It’s not whiteness that gets punished—it’s acting white. It’s not blackness that’s rejected—it’s betraying the culture. This is not racism. This is cultural apartheid.

I learned this growing up in Hawaii, where being a haole (white) wasn’t the problem—it was acting haole that got you smacked down. The local Asian and Polynesian kids who studied hard, dressed preppy, or spoke standard English weren’t accepted. They were called Twinkies (yellow on the outside, white on the inside) or bananas. Brown kids were accused of acting white. It’s the same logic that calls Clarence Thomas the “Black face of white supremacy.” The attack isn’t about biology—it’s about betrayal.

My mother knew the code. She drilled it into me. Inside the house, I was to speak proper Manhattanite English—“NPR English,” she called it. She filled my mind with Sagan, Picasso, PBS, poetry, National Geographic. But when I stepped out the door, she expected me to speak local. Slippah talk. Braddah slang. "What, you? Stink eye, eh?" That kind of thing. Code-switching wasn’t optional. It was survival.

And here’s the thing: the people who don’t or won’t code-switch—who plant their feet and refuse—get culturally ghettoized. Not racially. Culturally. And then they’re told this isolation is empowerment. That rejecting the norms of so-called whiteness is resistance. But what it really is? It’s opt-in apartheid. It’s self-segregation dressed up as identity.

This isn’t just about dialect or diction. It’s deeper. It’s about creating pride around disconnection. It’s about rejecting opportunity because opportunity looks like assimilation. It’s about mocking Black excellence if it “sounds white.” It’s about labeling those who succeed outside the culture as sellouts. It’s a trap—and it’s being sold as virtue.

What’s happening isn’t that different from what eugenicists once tried to do through force—except now it’s happening through cultural manipulation. Back then, they sterilized. Now, they convince you to sterilize yourself. Back then, they built ghettos. Now, they convince you to build your own. Back then, they burned bridges. Now, you’re told burning bridges is bravery.

You want to know the wildest part? Even among white people, there’s a caste. I had a guy on Mastodon—a literal white supremacist—tell me I wasn’t really white. I’m Irish and Hungarian. That makes me untermench to him. Not Anglo. Not Aryan enough. Catholic, no less. Garbage blood. Slavic trash. So when you talk about whiteness, understand even the racists have tiers.

The people who think they’re resisting white supremacy by rejecting standard norms are actually reinforcing a deeper, more sinister system—a system that wants you contained, controlled, and culled. It wants you to choose self-limitation and then call it identity. It wants you to abandon the tools of success, then blame “the system” for failure. It wants you broke, isolated, and dependent—and convinced that’s freedom.

We need to call this what it is: cultural apartheid. Not class apartheid. Not even racial apartheid. Cultural. You’re judged not by your skin, but by your syntax. Your style. Your self-presentation. You’re either in the house, or you’re in the yard. And the tragedy? A lot of people are choosing the yard and calling it liberation.

So no, this isn’t about “acting white.” It’s about refusing to play the game that keeps you small. It’s about seeing code-switching not as betrayal, but as strategy. It’s about refusing to be a mule who plants their feet in defiance while the world moves on.

Speak every language you can. Walk in every world you can. Don’t let anyone shame you into staying small. The deck is open. The cockpit has a seat. Don’t chain yourself to the hold and call it pride.