I don’t like people looking me in the eye.
I taught myself to focus on people’s noses and to only regain eye contact on occasion. My conversations are never long.
But I look at myself in mirrors more than what someone may consider usual to save mental hard copies of how I am in that space in time. I wonder who I am and how I’m perceived and if I’d ever look at myself and understand the reflection that looked back at me with identical wonder. Could I ever crack the code.
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It’s only Monday. And already another famous white person’s being insensitive. If you tuned into this year’s VMA’s you noticed early into the show that Rebel Wilson came on stage dressed up as a cop. Off top, I immediately said “Aww shit,” to myself. Because I knew this could only go left. So Wilson says (as she rips off her cop uniform): Continue reading “…But It’s Only Monday: Rebel Wilson Makes Light of Police Brutality at #VMAs”
Man. What I’ve witnessed on Twitter these past two days have been juicy at best, but disappointing at worst. I love everything about the #BlackLivesMatter movement because I’ve longed for a movement like this for some time. It felt like we sat idly while injustice took root in this country’s psyche and I found it infuriating. But like so many people, I thought that little ole me couldn’t do shit about it. But here comes the birth of this movement simply called Black Lives Matter, made up of several activists (regular people) tired of the mistreatment of black Americans. The most visible workers in the movement to me are Deray Mckesson and Johnetta “Netta” Elzie, along with the help of a myriad of activists on the ground. Following these two on Twitter and seeing them actually do the work and really risk their lives is nothing short of inspiring. For the first time, I feel like we can be free because of people like Brittany Packyetti, Brittany Ferrell, Patrice Cullors – anybody committed to black liberation. But this is not a perfect struggle, hence: struggle.
Continue reading “#CallEmOut: dream hampton Gets Dragged”
South Carolina lawmakers have finally voted to remove the confederate flag from their capital. This is great news, but I can’t help but feel underwhelmed because it is just common sense to me. To be honest, I am trying to understand why the confederate flag hasn’t been banned nationally altogether. This is not a states’ issue; it is an issue that permeates across this nation. Why hasn’t a treacherous battle flag that evokes trauma for black people been banned ages ago? I guess that’s a dumb question with a simple answer: because racism. It is an American tradition. The fact that we have to even discuss what this flag represents disgusts me and I do not have time for it. If people refuse to even get past the simple truth that the confederate flag represents concentrated white supremacy, then how are we going to discuss the foundational errors of this country? How will we reach that point reasonably? But kudos, to South Carolina for taking the flag down – but only to an extent. That damned flag would have waved on with no remorse had Bree Newsome not taken matters into her own hands. And that brings me to another point…
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Bill Cosby has been caught red-handed. Thank God we got the verifiable proof that we needed because thirty victims just wasn’t enough information. We live in a world where women are conniving and obsessed with being pitied. We can’t help but conjure up lies of assault due to our varied insecurities and our obsession with attention. Another thing both black and white women especially cannot stand is the idea of a rich and powerful brother in his winter years with a scot-free track record. That doesn’t make sense to us. White people were itching for vengeance after he attempted to purchase NBC back in the 90s and enlisted us to do their dirty work. Or so we thought, because that theory made way more sense than Cliff Huxtable actually being a rapist.
Continue reading “I’m Sorry It Had to Be You My Black King: Dr. Huxtable Has Been Proven Guilty”