Showing posts with label native son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label native son. Show all posts
Monday, December 1, 2014
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!
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.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
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,...
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