I can talk all day about Blackness, the Diaspora and being multi racial/ ethnic.
i just find it interesting (sad really) how people find Blackness oppressive, limiting.
would it be an issue if people called the people who are mixed with Black folks as their other race?
Is Blackness so limiting and uninteresting that saying that you’re Black is dishonest to your lived experience?
when we see a mixed with Black person we either say “they are Black” or “they have Black in them”
and when we see a mixed person who is Part Black and is identified as Black, the next question is “one or two parent Black?” and “which parent is Black”
we always make room. Because we know that its complicated. we want to know what social cues you have been taught and we find out by asking but usually it is provided freely.
I just find it silly that Black folks are seen as Restricting someone by calling them Black when we know more than anyone else that Black means so many things. but most of all it notes of our shared African ancestry. and as part of the Diaspora that to me is amazing.
usually we don’t call your Blackness into question unless you are seen as rejecting it. that is a whole other convo though.
All I know is that there are zero Native Americans or white folks knocking on my family’s door to invite us into their world. even if we have papers and proof, family names, lineages, birth/ death dates and location of both.
and 99% of other Black folks will tell you the exact same thing.
The bolded… all of this!!!
Wait…so black women are literally getting shitted on for looking like “apes” yet Daphne Groeneveld out here with her broad as fuck forehead and fishlips and Lorde looking like an 17th century midwife are getting praised for being gorgeous..
like, let’s stop pretending here
disclaimer: i want attention. i want sympathy. i want company. i want to impress people and i want people to like me. i don’t really understand why i’m supposed to pretend i don’t want those things, so i won’t.
trying to explain this to my kids. they condemn wanting attention and being a “follower”. like scuse you, we are people, not rocks
Anonymous asked: Why do black people only hang with black people?
c’mere! shhhhhhhh. i’m only telling you, white anon. don’t tell anyone else because i’ll get in trouble.
black people only hang out with black people because it’s in the black bylaws. In the ThreeM Constitution (Malcolm, Martin, Marvin) signed by the three leaders in the back of the Apollo theatre with old fried chicken bones sharpened and dipped in the ink from the oil of mother Africa, we black people pledged to stick together and declare a silent war against the whites.
you see, black people only hang with black people because we are heading back and forth to our all black meetings where we plan our attacks. yes, attacks. once a week, a Nigga Nation (a cluster of black folk, usually between 20-25 persons) are required by Black Law to decimate at least ten whites persons over the age of 18. We kidnap most of them and send them back where they came from (usually Sweden) and threaten to murk their families if they ever return on Black American soil.
that’s as much as i can tell you for now without compromising our next hit. the only way to fend off these attacks are to promise you’ll never use the ‘n word’, you’ll never twerk or use the word ‘twerk’ again, and swear allegiance to our overlord, Oprah Winfrey.
i can only hope and pray this keeps you safe for awhile longer, white anon.
i’m such a bad employee, i literally won’t go down an isle if there’s a customer there to avoid them asking me questions…..
This never fails to astound me.
I feel like Ree Drummond is the living sequel to “The Help”.
what. the. fuck. did. i. just. read.
"Turned out, my grandpa worked his whole life in the oilfield and was such a dark shade of tan, I’d mistaken him all those years for African-American. "Pa-Pa’s white, dear," Ga-Ga repeated. She said it as if she was reporting the weather forecast. And while Ga-Ga didn’t realize it, what she actually did that night was rip out half of my soul, half of my identity."
I thought this had to be a parody but it’s on her blog.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.
Is this bitch fa’real? What the fuck did I just read!?!?!? Fuck outta here..