Buck Showalter, manager of the Baltimore Orioles, on race [x]
YES
Fuck it up!!!!
race
You need to watch this full video.
“a black man can raise his voice and you don’t have to be intimidated.”
Honestly.. When PoC get to an age where they are able to deeply realize and internalize how intensely and directly racism affects them, as well as able to recognize the little racial microaggressions against them, it truly IS a traumatic experience. Its draining and depressing and painful and scarring. It can very easily make you lose the will to do anything or dream anything. And that is something that whites will never experience, thus never understand how deep this goes.
it’s always funny to me that whites can sit in their little history classes and learn about the civil rights movement and be like “wow these people were so brave! the police and other white people were so evil back then :(” but then sit here today and call the baltimore protesters or the ferguson protesters “animals” for doing literally the same thing. Like you are the “racist white people” now. You are the the ones you deny affiliation with while reading those lessons. whites are so good at detaching themselves from their own white supremacy and erasing their crimes.
Freddie Gray had his spine severed by white cops. they literally beat this man to death but you want black people to peacefully protest? like are you serious? but when white peoples favorite sports team loses its okay for them to riot its alright for a bunch of sweaty white rednecks to riot over a bunch of guys throwing balls around for 3 hours but black people are wild animals when we riot for justice or yknow shit that actually matters
Johny Pitts on Strolling by Cecile Emeke: Whiteness, Malsculinity, Colourism & More (Full discourse HERE)
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Dear Blackout,
My mother has never called me by name,
she calls me beautiful
“How was your day, beautiful?”
“Beautiful, help clean up.”
“Yes, beautiful?”
And I believed her.
But then I turned on the tv,
flipped through the magazines,
saw the only thing deemed a “beauty”
to look nothing like me.
And as all the boys chased my friends,
with flirtatious words, fawning over fair faces,
mine received not one glance
not one word
and the silence erased my mother’s words
in a deafening, hollowing way.
But days like today,
moments like this,
I hear her loud and
clear
(once again)
“I see you, beautiful.”
“I love you, beautiful.”
”Beautiful.”
And so thank you, blackout,
for the reminder,
sweet as honey,
warm as my mother’s voice,
that my black is beautiful.
(You all are beautiful to me.)
-m.g.
please stop calling Black children who have different interests and tastes white
it’s damaging and alienating
