I really try to get it but then you don't get it

I'm reading a book in a genre that's been cropping up lately: advice to white people. I love it. I'm all for it. I make part of my living supporting people of color. And have been of that mindset basically since I was old enough to have coherent thought. I've always been a full-on advocate of diversity and cultural competence and my life is a testament to that. So it comes as such a let-down to me when as much as I wish to play with others, they don't wish to play with me. My greatest dream is of unity, not separation. Always has been. But there are a lot of groups out there that just want white people to get them, and do not care about white people at all. Ok, I get it. There has been a lot of suffering. And justice has still not been done. The solution, though, surely cannot be charting a course that still leads to divisiveness and exclusivity versus inclusivity (which I think is a word I just made up).

So I'm reading this book, and I'm on board with every word, until about 75% of the way through I get to this sentence, which I paraphrase here: "White people don't know anything about having a single parent."

WHAT.THE.FUCK.

And this is where I'm done. I put the book down. I did not finish it. Really? You don't care about me at all. You couldn't conceive to make one simple change to that sentence which would illustrate that you do not generalize white people the way you are tired of white people generalizing YOU. All you had to do was add the word "some." Because how could you really think that a white person knows nothing about the trauma and hardship of having a single parent? It's just such a ridiculously unfair statement and with it you alienated what could be a hugely supportive portion of the population. It was, in fact, a very hostile statement. And I do not argue with your right to feel hostile - but don't be ignorant.

I'm a white person with a single parent. My childhood sucked. We were on welfare. My whole life has been at a disadvantage because I started it below the poverty line. How dare you say I don't get it. You don't get ME. And yet you expect me to go along with you.

So tired. So so tired.