• Lorena Guillen Castillo

Dear White Girl

Updated: Apr 15, 2021

An open letter to someone I once admired

I used to look up to you. Not because you were white, but because you were everything I thought I wanted to be. You mesmerized me. All I saw when you walked in was the American Girl.

Great humor, trendy lingo, and charming. Perfect smile, flawless makeup, impeccable hair. Smart, well-educated, and eloquent. And who could forget the beautiful, twirling dresses?

The way you walked into a room and made heads turn was immaculate. Or so I thought. It’s quite interesting how someone you idolize can fall in front of your eyes in what seems like a second.

I heard you make fun of the Latinx community, my community. Bragging about how you use your ability to “tan well” as a way to pass yourself off as “ethnic” whatever that means. Stating that working and obtaining benefits in Latinx-dominated markets, which are few and far between, allows you to win easily. Admitting that you use your ability to pass as Latina to obtain scholarships and other opportunities not meant for you, but meant for actual Latinx-identifying people.

It’s absolutely infuriating to see that someone who is already so privileged, and knows it, feels no remorse after engaging in predatory practices in the Latinx community. As if that wasn’t enough, you have led others to believe you value our community by providing guidance to young BIPOC women who admire you and wish to learn from you. You teach them some of what you know, but in the end you give false advice. Why? Because you want to see people grow, but never better than you.

You embody everything that is wrong with America.

Passing yourself off as an ally of BIPOC and admirer of the Latinx experience while in reality you are a closeted Trump supporter. Knowing all of this and many more instances of hate disguised as a sweet girl has allowed me to realize that there are so many more of you all around, in every circle.

Probably the most enraging realization that has come out of this experience for me is that you’re not the only one out here in these streets parading as a Latinx only when it’s convenient for you. There are hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people like you who use our culture for profit in one way or another.

It’s absolutely disgusting.

But I urge you not to worry, I will not reveal your true identity. Because it would do nothing. It would not change the type of person you are. But what I can do is learn from this experience and be cautious of you and others that disguise themselves as allies of BIPOC. And as the saying goes, “If someone shows you their true colors, Don’t try to repaint them.”

Perhaps the most interesting part of all of this is what I learned about how I see myself. I may not be perfect, I may not make the same spectacular entrance, but I am enough. And I know the types of people I want to look up to and the ones I never want to be associated with. And guess what? You’re part of the latter.

Thank you for what you inadvertently taught me. And if I ever see you again, it’ll be too soon.

Wishing you what comes around,


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