The thing is we share similar experiences I grew up in a black community but I honestly was barely exposed to colourism. However after learning a lot more about it I just find it a bit frustrating when people say things like “we’re all beautiful it doesn’t matter” because we really need to be looking deeply into colourism. Like there’s a lot of things that need to happen before statements like “we are all beautiful” will hold any significant meaning. Do you understand where I’m coming from?
Typical deflection excuse logic of white people I’d like to debunk:
“SLAVERY HAPPENED 200 YEARS AGO! GET OVER IT” …Yep. Like how people should forget about 9/11, Columbine and mass shootings of schools and movie theaters and elementary schools? Like how people should forget about every other national tragedies that the social media has ever made “#NeverForget” reminders and memorabilia about? Or that maybe after 200 years, black people who’s ancestors have built this country on their backs and have made major contributions to the history of this country and the WORLD for little to no compensation or proper RECOGNITION for? Or how blacks still had to go through segregation, poor schooling and living conditions, lynching, and still go through unjust treatment and racism today. I agree that many blacks should not use their abused history as an excuse, but many white people either fail to see or admit to the after effects of slavery which there are many. Like how you people are experts on when Africans went from being owned to being completely liberated and treated equal in simple flip of a switch. Never mind that had it truly been 200 years ago, that’d mean that some of their great-grandparents were alive during the time and I’m sure they should get over being enslaved. ”I’M WHITE AND I NEVER OWNED SLAVES. WHY SHOULD I FEEL GUILTY??? BLACKS TODAY WERE NEVER SLAVES!!! HOW ARE THEY AFFECTED BY IT???” Hey, you maybe right. Absolutely right. You and maybe your ancestors have never owned slaves. But that doesn’t mean that your ancestors or YOU have never benefited from the institutionalized slavery and systematic racism in this country. That does not mean that America’s social structure was created to benefit whites. And guess who is disadvantaged by it? You guessed it…blacks living in America. How can they move on if there are still so many problems that people of color face on a day to day basis? They are still the minority and still unjustly treated. And even though blacks today were never slaves, they can still feel the after effects of slavery. Which of many include -The poor portrayal and misrepresentation throughout society and today’s media, film, entertainment, etc… -The disunion of African-American family, the mindset of many African Americans, -The lighter-skinned/darker-skinned African American feuds, -The economic condition of African Americans, -The unfamiliarity of African roots. There’s many more I could go on about but this comment is already long as hell. ”AFRICANS OWNED SLAVES TO!!!” Ohhhhh boy. I love this deflection excuse even though it has LITTLE truth to it. Matter of fact, not only Africans “owned slaves”, but slavery way a way of civilization back in those times. There is a HUGE difference between chattel slavery and indentured servitude. Africans tribes who warred with other African tribes had indentured servants. These servants or “slaves” were prisoners of other warring tribes, crime or debt. These servants could work their way out of debt, to achieve freedom, marry out of servitude. American chattel slave-trade/slavery was MORE brutal with permanent effects and people of African descent had their culture and humanity stripped from them. And just because African tribe leaders sold slaves doesn’t mean that the Europeans had to buy them on a systematic level. Just research the African Diaspora… And many African groups has had very rich history and culture that has influenced the ancient world but you never see that in text books. slavery is a very important subject. Respect it or don’t say nothing at all.
here’s an idea: don’t argue with poc or lgbt+ peeps about how something shouldn’t be offensive to them if you’re cis/het/white bc all the knowledge you may have gathered online cannot and does not give you an inside scoop to the oppression they face daily. by arguing with them all you’re doing in invalidating their feelings and being an ass
White people: so you’re mexican, right?
me: no… I’m puerto rican.
white people: so… mexican. its all the same thing.
me: so you’re white, right?
white people: uhg no im .3% german 5% italian 50% irish 39.7% scottish
to the days where i realized i was nothing more than a child
in the skin of an adult, holding her future in hands
that could never properly close
to the days when i woke up and wondered if vodka
was the same thing as a nutritious breakfast,
to the days here i skipped breakfast
and instead filled myself
with every bad word i could think of, using letters
like cauterization machines to burn out the fact i was hungry
to the days i woke up with new scabs from the night before
with blood covering the sides of my thighs and
a scream trapped in my throat
to the days i kicked myself awake from dreams where i died
and couldn’t tell if i was sad or happy
that it was all an illusion
to the days where the words “i love you”
felt like an insult directed towards my numbness
because despite the one thousand reaffirmations that
i was the center of a boy’s universe, my brain coughed
up each syllable until they felt like razors
to the days when coming home from school meant wondering
if i should just step out into traffic - to the road
where i would have ended
to the days where when the sickness got so bad and no one
noticed i was drowning, where i began to wonder if i no longer
possessed a soul but instead had a colony of termites and dry rot
resting in the hollow bones behind my eyes:
you have not won. i am alive.
i’m drinking tea. do you even know what tea is? you probably don’t, you uncultured swine. now listen up fuckers, i’m gonna tell you a little something about tea. let me tell you about it. you listening, motherfuckers? i’m going to tell you a thing or two about tea. now listen up. liste
i’m so hungry, but i can’t buy any food because i spent every last dime i had on my Farmville account. it was so worth it though, my farm is immaculate
Simon says stop! Simon says drop! okay, roll! haha! i didn’t say Simon says! hey! stop! i don’t care if you’re on fire you’re not supposed to roll until i say Simon says! ugh, this is why i don’t play games with you anymore
and here’s a picture of me being sad in front of the Eiffel Tower, and here’s a picture of me being sad at the beach, and here’s a picture of me being sad while holding up the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and here’s a
i’ve forgotten how to use the internet, can someone help me? preferably a male, a rich male. a rich, single male. a rich, single male with a troubled past and everything to prove. thanks
The worst thing to hear is “I never loved you” those simple 4 words can have the biggest effect on someone. It tears your heart apart. Each beat your heart makes kills you a little more every time because your heart no longer has purpose. You broke me. Not just the outside you didn’t just bruise me a little here and there, you didn’t kill me with a knife or shoot me with a gun.You broke my heart, and that’s the worst way to die.
If you don’t have a Valentine this Valentine’s day, let me tell you how much I love you.
I love your laugh, and your smile, and the way your eyes shine when you talk about something you’re really passionate about.
Happiness is beautiful.
If you’re alone this Valentine’s time, remember that you are never alone. You are loved and valued and so important to the people around you.
And I would honored to be all of your Valentines, if you would have me :) x
“Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with
“But who gave you permission? who dipped you in honeyed words, and painted you the color of all my dreams? I would have forgiven your entry into my life but I can not overlook how you became the Sun to the solar system in my head and my thoughts revolved around you. Who gave you permission?”