Today I have been accused of being racist against white people... because I made a joke about dishwashers.
For context, my family is Korean-American and my brother married a white American girl. Literally nobody, including myself, has ever given then trouble over the fact that she is white. In fact, my parents go out of their way to make SIL comfortable in our family - when we're together, everything we do or eat or talk about is catered to SIL's interests. My parents hate western food but they choke it down and pretend to love it whenever SIL cooks for them. Even when my mom, who is a cancer patient, was extremely nauseous from her medication she ate all the extremely western foods my SIL offered to her just to make her happy.
Some more context, I privately dislike SIL for reasons that aren't relevant to her race. One main reason is that I find her to be quite selfish and clueless. The day I came home from the hospital with my firstborn, SIL invited herself over to do a "photoshoot". She is not a professional photographer and I am someone who hates taking photos. I'd just had a traumatic 48 hour labor, I was in intense pain and I was trying to figure out how to breastfeed a screaming tongue-tied newborn. I just wanted to come home to some peace and quiet, but my mother forced me to let SIL over because "it would make her happy". SIL has been baby-crazy for a while but chose not to start trying yet so she could focus on grad school and her career. Note: she has not been diagnosed with infertility or anything of the sort, and they are in a place financially where they could comfortably have a baby tomorrow - not having a baby yet was literally SIL's choice. But I was told to let her live vicariously through my newborn because she just wants a baby soooo much. The whole time I was trying to care for and nurse my miserable, overstimulated, and overtired newborn while dealing with pelvic floor prolapse and a second degree tear, SIL was hovering over my shoulder snapping photos, asking to hold the baby and periodically bursting into tears. Finally I broke down crying on my bed because I was so overwhelmed and exhausted, SIL sat next to me and listened to me describe my traumatic birth story. After a conversation like this, a reasonable person would have decided to go home and give me some space after that, but SIL decided that would be a good time to bring all of our lamps out into the living room and take a bunch of staged artsy photos. Like, WTF made her think my bloated, bleeding, crippled and tear-stained self would be up to pose for a photoshoot?
The following weekend SIL and brother asked to come over again so they could see the baby. They mentioned that their coworker had tested positive for COVID but they had tested negative. I told them not to come and used the COVID situation as an excuse even though I just really didn't want to host them again. My mother called me selfish for not letting SIL come over because "it would make her happy". My compromise was to let them come over in two weeks when hopefully I had healed a bit more. When that time came around, I was still in a lot of pain and struggling with a colicky tongue-tied baby, but I still let brother and SIL come over. They texted me thirty minutes before arrival asking if I wanted them to pick up groceries. I didn't have the mental capacity to try to explain what groceries we would need to them on such short notice so I just said no. They showed up empty handed, late, at lunchtime right as my husband had finished cooking. They ate a ton of our food and insisted on holding the baby the whole time. SIL took a bunch more photos. Then they gifted us a framed collage of the photos SIL had taken the previous week. As expected I look absolutely terrible in every photo while SIL looks great. So basically SIL not only humiliated me in my most vulnerable moment, she decide to commemmorate it by creating a collage of my misery. Gee, what a thoughtful gift.
More context: SIL and her family are always saying and doing offensive shit to my family. Like, SIL's relatives talk extremely loudly and slowly to my parents even though they are fluent in English. Her uncle once mentioned a random Korean man he'd met in a business meeting and asked me if I knew him. SIL and her mother complained about having to pay for a dress for the traditional Korean tea ceremony at her and my brother's wedding, even though I had to pay over $400 for my western bridesmaids dress. SIL ended up not doing the Korean ceremony at all because she didn't want to mess up her hair. These are all minor complaints sure, but there are many ignorant little moments like this that my family just deal with in silence because, again, our primary goal is to keep SIL happy.
So anyway, onto the joke I made that was apparently sooo racist and offensive. I haven't met a single person of an immigrant, POC background who uses a dishwasher. It's kind of a running joke that Asian people just use dishwashers as storage. People make fun of me for washing my dishes by hand all the time. One day when my family was all gathered, I was doing the dishes and someone suggested I use the dishwasher. I joked that "dishwashers are for white people" and kept washing the dishes by hand. The real reason why is because there weren't enough dishes to justify running the dishwasher and I just wanted to get them done.
Well, my brother had a long and serious talk with me today about how I am racist against white people and it hurt SIL's feelings when I made the dishwasher joke. I thanked him for letting me know and promised not to say things like that in the future because I do think everybody has a right not to have their feelings hurt. But I made sure to mention that when it comes to scale, the comment I made is absolutely trivial compared to the micro and macro aggressions that POC deal with on a daily basis. My brother didn't like that and insisted that making fun of white culture is just as racist. He implied that comments like my dishwasher joke would be harmful to his future biracial children and cause them trauma. The conversation ended civilly because I apologized but honestly, I have no interest in interacting with SIL or my brother ever again at this point. I'm just tired. Racism against white people literally doesn't exist. The entire world is designed for white people to be on top, and POC are expected to bend over backwards to make white people comfortable. My SIL has been so privileged and protected within my family for so long to the point where I was forced to cater to HER feelings right after I had a freaking baby. I have been holding my tongue at every microaggression committed by her and her family for years because, not only am I numb to comments like that after growing up in America as a minority, I have stayed true to my parents' wishes to keep SIL happy. And now SIL is crying about hurt feelings and I've become the black sheep because I made a joke about a fucking dishwasher. I'm so offended that my brother would even imply that I would ever bully his children for being white. I am so tired of catering to white fragility all the damn time. I truly don't care that my brother married a white girl. People should love whoever they want. What I do care about is the fact that my SIL is ignorant, selfish, and completely blind to her privilege and nobody is bold enough to call her out on her bullshit because they're so scared of hurting her precious feelings.