James pointed out this AMAZINGLY AWFUL letter in one of our local free weekly today. File it under "truly clueless white people." Seriously, check it:
DEAR MERCURY—
It's hard to believe this article ["Many Miles to Go," News, Sept 2] isn't a joke. Not enough women and minorities are riding bikes? Jesus Christ Almighty, riding a bike is one of the few areas in society that has exactly zero racial, ethnic, or gender barriers to participation! Any adult or child can pick up a decent used bike for just a few bucks. And every adult and child knows what a bike is because even the poorest or most recent immigrant kid has ridden a Big Wheel. Cultural differences funnel people of different ethnicities into different areas, but to suggest that minorities are somehow being "left out" of bicycling is more than ridiculous.
-Sue
Cultural differences funnel people of different ethnicities into different areas
Cultural differences funnel people of different ethnicities into different areas Cultural differences funnel people of different ethnicities into different areasWHAT.
So yeah, this whole letter is a train-wreck of white privilege, but that has got to be one of the worst strings of words I've seen all year. After the Big Wheel line you're like "OH SERIOUSLY NO" and then it just gets WORSE.
I've seen a fair amount of white privilege in the Portland bike
community blogosphere, which yeah, I think is maybe a turn-off for potential-cyclists of color (which wasn't addressed in the original article, but I'm not talking about that right now)...but now, I feel a bit bad for the bike community now for having people like this representing them D:
I really hope this letter was printed ironically, though that doesn't really make it better.
Also, the European model city bike cannot catch on fast enough. A stylish and comfortable accomadation which doesn't require silly clothing and permits transport of goods no on the person. Moar!
Really, though, Portland bike problem is not so much whitey as the hipsters. If another damn hipster on a fixie runs a red light in front of me I swear I'm gonna fuckin take matters into my own hands. And by that I mean glare and fume, because of course I STOP AT RED LIGHTS (except in the middle of the night when no one is around, but definitely in the middle of the day, DOWNTOWN) and by the time the light has changed he's usually way ahead of me.