Yo, wtf is this shit?! This man is trying to make a difference but y’all won’t let him, let this man do his thing cause he’s proven that he’s here for us that he wants change, if anything y’all need to interrupt Trump, Rand Paul, Ted Cruz hell even Hillary Clinton. Wtf is this going to solve by interrupting someone who constantly shows his support for us?
Edit: this is not an attack on The Black Lives Matter Movement, I still support the movement but this act was unnecessary. The only positive thing that came from this is that it showed us that white liberals aren’t as progressive as they think.
No but see here’s the thing.
BLM has been asking Sanders for a plan. Sanders has, frankly, responded poorly. He has insisted that racial inequality comes from economic inequality and that if he solves one it will solve the other.
Yes. This happened. As though there is no racism. As though there is only classism.
BLM (rightfully) didn’t accept that, and stepped their game up. Twice they have interrupted his rallies because, frankly, his plans as they stood were not going to help black people.
Lo and behold – Bernie wised up. He called an attorney and member of BLM and (importantly) black woman, Symone Sanders (no relation). And he said, “What am I doing wrong?”
In a long meeting, she told him. And at the end of that meeting, he hired her as his new press secretary. Now he has released an ACTUAL PLAN for criminal justice reform. Now he has pledged ACTUAL SUPPORT to BLM.
Saying you want to help is not the same as helping. Black people were not obligated to give Bernie a pass just because he said his plan would help them, when he would not even listen to them or accept their criticism of his platform.
Now he is listening. Now he has to follow through. And we should not be critical of the protesters who got through to him, when no one else could, and made him see the error of his ways.
THANK YOU
Month: August 2015
I had a minor epiphany / remembrance / rediscovery last night about why I don’t speak up for myself. It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot this year and also my whole life.
Yesterday I was out eating sushi with ladybae, and some grown crusty white woman was standing between us and the next table having a very long, very animated conversation with the most extra woman I have ever met in my life*. And in the heat of their conversation, she was essentially putting her ass on my elbow. Literal physical contact. And no matter how much I moved my elbow, she was moving deeper and deeper into my personal space.
And I didn’t say anything. I didn’t do anything, except to make increasingly gif-worthy faces to ladybae about the casual privilege that white people continue to exert into my space throughout my entire existence – until she politely spoke up and asked the woman to move.
So we deconstructed this a little bit later, and I told ladybae that I don’t know how to regulate my tone the way that she was able to. And I realized that, as sweet and kind and bend-over-backwards people-pleasing as I can appear when I put on my impersonal public self, it is mostly because I can never modulate between that and Absolute No Chill Next Level when I’m upset. I had a conscious thought in the restaurant that if I opened my mouth, something crazy and 100% Too Much would come out (like seriously just mid-thought screaming, when you think you’re saying something acceptable but everyone in the room cocks an eyebrow), so I didn’t say anything.
I have memories of being very young and deeply regretting misspoken words and off-kilter tone for months and years with deep shame and eventually making the conscious decision to always think before I speak. Working at it for a long time. Developing a pause.
So now I’m stuck at the other end of the spectrum, constantly holding my breath.
*Mrs. Extra later interrupted our conversation to ask ladybae – regarding her ginger – “You’re don’t eat it?!!”, and then, after hesitant assent from my buddy, proceeded to grab it wasabi-and-all off lb’s plate with a full fist and it was actually INSANE??????
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you have to love yourself enough to not tolerate disrespect, disloyalty, and wishy washy feelings. If a person doesn’t value you, move on.
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I’m the person who’s 100% down for spontaneous adventures but also 100% down to lay in bed all day.. i’m on both ends of the spectrum
Imagine a dragon at Antiques Roadshow, appraising its hoard
Imagine the dragon hoards monetarily worthless things like newspapers or old bones and the person appraising it getting more and more nervous about telling the dragon their stuff isnt worth anything
Imagine that the dragon knows this and just likes watching the person squirm.
The dragon actually hoards uncomfortable situations
me and my crew at the party judging you
It’s so perfect I want to cry.
Michael: Girl…. really?
Liz: Now girl you know better…..
Oprah: This bitch just tried it.