Showing posts with label native son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label native son. Show all posts

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Punishment + A Dose Of Racism: Welcome To America


America for you will be an un-fair-y tale!

I like how whites have generally lost interest in race already, right after a blistering minute of black reparations talk, and now they're already back to their many empty-headed distractions, as though the cause of America's problems - it's lack of integrity based on the treatment of it's citizens - has gone away:















Give me a break!

I'm impressed she admits to A) the "unfair" set-up being an unseen source of racial animosity, B) the special treatment she gets for being white and blonde C) the fact she "willfully fucked up" - a charge an unfair white America can't put on her Native Sons. (If whites have never dealt with their race problem, then they can't accuse us of doing anything other than coping with the unfair experience they're providing - demonstrated by these unfair sentences. My nephew got 12 years for the same crime this woman is discussing.) 



All the evidence you need.

And, like most whites, she also admits to not letting the injustices dampen her day - when it worked for her - because it worked for her. Injustices be damned:


Do I try and seduce the guards or leave it to one of you?

Blacks will "Fight The Power" alone, today, baby!


Uncle Tom, Uncle Sam - call the man with the gun whatever you like!

And all of it - ALL OF IT - is pure Americana to it's core.


It ain't over - until blacks are.

It's what whites will be saluting on the Fourth Of July,….

Monday, September 16, 2013

I Now Understand Why That Mormon Guy Told Me To Call Him (If Anybody Ever Tried To Make Me A Slave)


If I had done that last post, and had a black readership, I would've been high-fived.


I didn't used to write about the paradox of being black in America. I insisted the topic was pointless, useless, a waste of my time and my country's.


But you know what happened? I got shouted down - by white people. How many times did I stomp away from Althouse, because race was a never-ending topic, with me as it's subtext whether anybody else realized it or not? 

I stopped counting.


But now I say O.K., you want to talk? Let's talk. My blog. I speak up and (as most blacks would tell me, and many did, offline) my one black voice is vile - because I don't agree about some white folks' take on the truth of my black existence amongst them. Among other things. I mean, there's been a controversy over how I talk, and now it's gotten to what I say. I've even been told how to interpret my past. Easy to do, if you're Althouse and German, but not if you're of somewhere-in-African descent.


Basically, it's Native Son all over again (now online!) while we pretend it's all-so-very over, for your own convenience and/or peace of mind. I told you I wanted it over. But no - everybody had to choose up sides over Trayvon! (The musical) And before that it was something else. And before that it was something else. Whites choose their battles. I didn't want it and had nothing to do with it.


But, thanks to y'all, I've since had to choose.


And on race, I choose, conservatives are as fucking weird, confusing, and clueless - and confining - as liberals, any day,...