Actor Meyne Wyatt delivers powerful monologue about racism on Q + A
Actor Meyne Wyatt delivered a powerful monologue from his play City of Gold to close the Special Q + A on Racism in Australia.
In it he called racism and how he suffered from it throughout his life.
In an episode devoted to the Black Lives Matter movement and the deaths of Indigenous Australians in custody, Wyatt also called a peaceful protest a failure.
Read the full transcript below …
I’ll always be your black friend, won’t I? It’s all that everyone sees.
I’m never just an actor. I am an indigenous actor. I love reppin ‘, but I don’t hear old Joe Bloggs being called a pretty white Anglo-Saxon actor.
I am still in the dark spectacle, the black game.
I am still the angry man, the stalker, the drinker, the thief.
Sometimes I want to be seen for my talent, not my skin color, not my race.
I hate to be a token. A checkbox, part of a diversity angle.
“What do you want to whine about?” You’re not a real one anyway. You are only one part.
What part, then? My foot? My arm? My leg? Either you are black or you are not.
Do you want to do a DNA test? Come suck my blood.
“How are we going to move forward if we dwell on the past?” It is your privilege. You can ask this question. Ours is that we can dance and that we are good at sports.
You go to weddings, we go to funerals.
No, no, no, you are not your ancestors, it is not your fault that you have white skin, but you benefit from it.
You can be OK. I must be exceptional. I’m wrong, I have finished. There is no going back for me. There is no road to redemption.
Being black and being successful comes at a cost. You take a hit whether you like it or not. Because you want your black people to be calm and humble.
You can’t get up; you have to sit down. Ask Brother Adam Goodes.
A kid says racist – not ignorant – racist bullshit. Call a black man a monkey?
Come on man, we were flora and fauna before 1967, no actually we didn’t even exist at all.
It was a learning moment. He taught this child a lesson.
Didn’t like a black man to defend himself? No, they didn’t like it.
“Shut up, boy, you stay in your lane. Every time you hit a ball we’ll kick your ass.
So he showed them creepy black, throwing imaginary spears and shit.
Did they like it? They didn’t like it. Every arena and stadium booed him.
“It’s because of the way the whip pays for football.” Bullshit. No one booed him like they booed him until he got up and said something about race.
The second he got up, everyone came out of the woodwork to give him shit. And he’s supposed to sit there and take it? I’ll tell you right now, Adam Goodes took it, his whole life he took it. I took it.
No matter what, no matter how tall, how tall, I’m going to have racist shit every week and I’m going to take it.
It was in your face, “Ya boong, ya black dog, coon”, kind of shit.
“I’m gonna chase you in the ditch with my baseball bat,” skinhead shit when I was 14.
“No, we’re progressives, now we’re going to give you the subtle little shit.” The shit that’s always been there. Not the obvious shit in your face. It’s the ‘you can’t be considered racist’ kind of shit.
Security guard following me into the store, asking to search my bag.
Walk to the counter that is served first, second, or third, or last kind of crap.
Or hail a cab and watch it slow down to look at my face and then leave. More than one time. More than twice. More than once, twice on one occasion – yeah, that shit, I’ll get it every week.
Sometimes I’ll have days in a row if I’m really lucky.
And that’s the kind of shit I let them think they’re doing fine.
To be honest, I can’t be bothered. I can’t be bothered to teach their ignorant asses on a daily basis. I have neither the energy nor the enthusiasm.
It’s exhausting and I love living my life.
But on occasion, when you caught me on a bad day when I didn’t want to take it, I’ll give you that angry black you asked for and tear you up a new asshole.
Not because of this one time, because of my whole life.
At least Adam danced and they got pissed off and moaned again. But it’s not just once, it’s about all of those moments.
And seeing us as animals, this shit has to stop.
Black dead in custody, this shit must stop.
I want to be what you want me to be. I wanna be what I wanna be
Never trade your authenticity for approval.
Be crazy, take a risk, be different,
offend your family.
Silence is violence. Complacency is complicity.
I don’t want to be silent. I don’t want to be humble. I don’t want to sit down.