The United States has never been a society that embraces social equality. Any measure of perceived equality obtained has come begrudgingly and with shedding of blood. Contrary to documented history that supports this fact, white people still don’t feel they have an advantage in an America that caters to their every need – indeed, their every word. Or, in this case, lack of words. They’ll argue as if U.S. history (dare I say world history?) murdered them for the slightest of white-public-perceived offenses, or oppressed them with racist legislation. As such, this is precisely the kind of autonomous thinking whites employ that opens a portal to their ignorance, brazenly displayed in their inability (and unwillingness) to understand the type of world they have egotistically constructed. Continue reading “The America From Whence He Came”
Almond Blossom (Vincent Van Gogh)
I can make a pretty decent argument in regard to how white privilege, white supremacy, and the disdain for a Black president are some of the major reasons why Trump even occupies the White House but I want to show you a different angle of that today. Oh, those truths certainly still apply. They always will. But I also want you to realize that there are other ways in which these same facets are connected and maneuvered through attitudes and behaviors that if weren’t so true would be comical.
A friend shared a post not too long ago comparing a supposed 10-foot wall around President Obama’s home in D.C. to border wall funding, wondering why no one understood the similarities – even to the point of calling those who didn’t comprehend the message “stupid.” I started to leave a comment but thought, why would I try to explain the intricacies of a secure border and all that comes along with it to someone who thinks that home security and homeland security are the same thing? This query entered my mind but only after questioning aloud their fascination with always wanting to be on Obama’s nuts. But that is what we are dealing with in these days and times. A lack of critical thinking, I mean. Not Obama’s gonads.
But I digress. Continue reading “Walls, Lies, and Cashews”
It starts with a look.
It’s a silent gaze that screams from yesteryear the same way its daddy and granddaddy screamed: What are you doing here? Where do you live? Why are you in my store? Doesn’t take much to recognize it. I’m watching you. The scream is voiceless but it is immediately understood. It’s an uncomfortable feeling. Hard to describe especially in the middle of knowing exactly what “the look” is really about and from whence it comes. It’s really undeniable. It truly is. It can be deadly. I’ve felt it too many times to count. The awareness of that scream envelopes me with a mix of anger, frustration, helplessness, and a few more ingredients that unless you’ve been the recipient of that discriminatory, racist stare, you will not understand. Not that I don’t want you to understand, it’s just that you won’t.
Jermaine Massey was kicked out of a DoubleTree Hotel in Portland, Oregon, this week after making a call in the hotel’s lobby. He was deemed a safety threat and accused of trespassing…in the hotel where he had a room…that he paid for…in the lobby that is open to guests…where guests are allowed to be. There’s got to be more to the story some might say. Oh, yes, indeed – there’s more to the story, alright. There’s a whole history lesson involved. But on the surface, nah. I know what it is. You do, too. His account of the incident reads like a familiar book to me. Continue reading “The Familiar Look of Racism”
My language is broken into a slang,
But it’s just a dialect that I select when I hang
– Edward K. Archer
It is difficult to imagine a white person feeling the same anxiety a Black person feels when we are involuntarily thrust into a situation where trumpets constantly blare the racist notes of olde – but in present day arrangements.
It carries a tune that is harmful to more than just our ears, for within it lies the conscience of a feigned supremacy. Like Elvis trying to sing Ain’t Too Proud To Beg.
It is a fascination that in a twisted, delirious way evokes a self-concocted reality that only exists in the minds of the unlearned. But we all know there’s only one David Ruffin. Continue reading “Black Really Is…”