In this blog, I name the open, sanctioned contempt directed at white men in America, not from fringe elements but from culturally dominant institutions. I explore how this hostility—particularly from liberal white women, progressive white men, and segments of activist black communities—has become a normalized force, stripping white men of dignity and silencing them under the guise of justice. I express how this hatred isn’t theoretical or historical, but personal and present. And I insist on reclaiming the right to speak, to exist without shame, and to confront this reality honestly before any healing can begin.
White men in America are hated and demonized by specific groups within our own society—and everyone knows it. Not by everyone. But by a loud, visible, and culturally influential set of people. The vast majority are progress white men and women, and a segment of the activist black communities. These aren’t fringe actors. They are concentrated in universities, media, nonprofits, HR departments, and elite institutions. Their contempt isn’t quiet or concealed. It’s open. It’s performative. And in many circles, it’s rewarded.
Most disturbingly, it comes from within. From the very people we were raised to respect, protect, or build a future with. Other communities don’t do this to themselves. Black women don’t casually mock black men for daring to speak. Asian women don’t sneer at Asian men on principle. Jewish women don’t accuse Jewish men of original sin. In most cultures, even when there’s friction, there’s still a baseline of mutual loyalty.
But white liberal women? They do routinely and proudly. I asked an Indian friend of mine recently, “Can you imagine an Indian woman looking at you with disgust and saying, ‘Oh look, an Indian man has a wrong opinion today’?”
He couldn’t. Because that kind of instinctive, casual contempt just doesn’t exist in his world. Women might disagree. They might even argue. But they don’t hate the essence of their men. There’s still a floor of shared identity. A common respect. That foundation is intact.
For white men in America, it’s gone. We don’t walk on eggshells—we just accept it. Open hatred. Open contempt. It’s out in the open now, and we’re expected to take it. We don’t lash out. We don’t cry victim. Most of us just carry on—quietly, dutifully, while absorbing the steady drip of blame. We’ve been conditioned to expect it. And we’ve learned that saying anything only confirms their worst assumptions about us. So most of us don’t speak. Not out of fear, but out of resignation. Because what’s the point?
And here’s the truth: white men are the only group in America who can name entire categories of people who reliably hate them—on sight, without cause. If I had to bet who would instinctively resent or despise me just for being a white man, I’d start with three groups:
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Liberal white women – especially those with academic credentials, sharp features, and progressive posturing. They’ve been trained to despise white men—not just as historical symbols, but as living embodiments of guilt and violence.
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Liberal white men – their hatred is more strategic than emotional. They perform submission in exchange for approval. But behind the performance is resentment—especially toward white men who refuse to kneel with them.
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The black community – not all, but in large numbers within activist and academic spaces, there’s a strong reflex of hostility toward white male presence. We are not people in this script—we are stand-ins for systems they’ve been taught to despise.
This isn’t theory. It’s experience. And yes—there could be backlash for saying this. I own a business. I know what happens when you break ranks and speak plainly. I don’t use social media, thankfully, but that doesn’t mean someone won’t someday try to do harm to me or my company for speaking this truth. But I’m saying it anyway: There are people who hate me—who hate us—just for being born.
They don’t know me. They’ve never heard my story. They don’t know what I’ve built, what I’ve suffered, or what I stand for. But they don’t need to. Because I’m white. Because I’m male. That’s enough. We’ve been told to stay silent. To bottle it up. To pretend it’s not happening. But silence doesn’t make it go away. It just buries it deeper—until it hollows us out.
So here’s where we begin: admit it. Admit that this is real. That there is an organized, culturally sanctioned contempt aimed at white men. Not for what we’ve done, but for what we are. Admit that we’ve been assigned a permanent role as villains in a story we’re no longer allowed to narrate.
I’m not saying this because I want sympathy—I don’t. I’m proud of who I am and where I come from. I carry the legacy of a people who built, discovered, fought, wrote, invented, and led. I can travel to any corner of the planet and see the unmistakable mark of my heritage—in the architecture, the systems, the language, the science, the values. That’s not arrogance. It’s just fact.
And frankly, nothing these groups say or do can undo that. They’re not dismantling anything meaningful. They’re just buzzing—like mosquitos, like flies. Loud, irritating, sometimes capable of infection. But not of demolition. Still, the buzzing matters. It distracts. It demoralizes. It poisons. It makes it harder for good men to stand tall, to raise sons with pride, to build legacies without shame. And that’s why it must be called out. Not to beg. Not to appease. But to put a line in the sand and say: We see it. We name it. And we’re done pretending. We’re not asking for revenge. We’re not asking for permission. We’re just stating the obvious—and we’re not going anywhere.
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