all this hate over someone’s melanin. sure…some cultural differences, but who the fuck cares? this is about life…not about you and your sorry, hate-filled, racist, ass.
feel free to whitesplain it to me below in the comments, because i just don’t get it.
michael was a character on the show “good times”. over time, michael kept trying to teach black history, culture, etc. it was brilliant when he replaced with black jesus. basically, he stopped giving a fuk and educating black (and white) people about his knowledge or feelings. thankfully, he balanced out jj’s goofy ass. 🙂
why don’t we, the lgtbq community, have our own “michael”?
don’t. trust. whitey.
but seriously though….pretty much don’t. you just don’t know who’s a good witch or a bad witch. i’ve had many white friends and acquaintances for many moons and i’m shocked when i suddenly hear them go all racist on me. i could have known him a while, too, and he just never said anything bad before that i ever noticed. i’ve got really good blackdar.
you know why your mom, dad, and probably grandparents gave you “the talk” until you were beyond of hearing it anymore? because, unfortunately, they had to. losing you would have almost killed them and they (whether you knew it or not) worried about you 24/7/365 *366 on leap year 🙂
since most of my childhood friends were black, i was hanging with them for many years. seeing a somewhat different culture, the power of the mom, the incredible fucking food!, the laughter, the best put-down (i could never get the dozens right), and seeing the horror many of them went through as black folk. i just didn’t get it. i did…but i didn’t. racism seemed so stupid to me. and, before i forget…the music. i grew up on the country my mom played and the black music of my childhood. i stayed with it until it turned into violent hate, bragging about murder, who has the best/most stuff, etc. it just wasn’t the cool old school i lived my young life with.
i hated that my racist mom wouldn’t allow any of my (non-white) friends over to my house. she let one black friend on a bday. kevin morrison from parkton – hope mills, nc. we went to rockfish elementary school 4-6 grade together. we had quite a few classes together over the years. i was smart af and i was but a shadow to his intelligence. he was funny, sweet, brilliant, and my best friend for those years. then we moved to way too far away (fayetteville was pretty big). and we never saw or heard from each other again…that i can recall. i had a whole page reserved for him and he started a short sentence beginning but forgot to finish it. i always wondered what he’d say.
if you read this, kevin morrison, please contact me by commenting below. i can delete your private info after you post so it’s not all out on the web and stuff 🙂
i think black and white people should get together and start a dialog. perhaps compromise one thing per group, as an act of good faith.
i think white people should get a pass on saying the n-word ONLY when it’s in a song. or at least, discuss any ground rules. it’s a tough one, i know…but it’s in the fucking song and i want so sing ALL of my songs without that constant censor. fucks up flow one about every song. if we find prominent, multiple, concurring studies that this act is the cause of creating and increase in racism somehow….deal’s off.
black people? that’s a biggie to ask, so would you agree and, if so, how to compensate?