some southeast Asian dude tried to initiate a pissing contest over gold chains with me at work today.
legit, he started the conversation with, “your chain would be very expensive if it was real.”
which is weird, because i was wearing my apron and offering him a bag for his groceries. bruh, you stunt on cashiers? and like, feel good about that shit?
i was kinda like “haha yea…” because that is how i respond when customers are clearly attempting to be funny (and damn near every customer thinks they are a veritable barrel of laughs and tend to get real offended when you just stare at them blankly and tell them their total)
but he went on and on and eventually showed off his own chain, eventually mentioning that it was about $8,000.
and i was like “…looks nice?”
because you coulda paid my damn rent for a year and still had some change. shit, 4 of those mufuckas could pay off my student loans. you do understand, that even if i had that kinda money, i wouldn’t spend it on ONE piece of jewelry that i would have to hide in my shirt for fear of being killed/jacked?
also, that chain’s cute and all but you do not look like a mermaid gangsta, not one bit.
but most of all, stuntin on cashiers is not a thing. you just look like a jackass.
[i included the dude’s ethnicity because every time i keep thinking about appropriation of Black culture in east and southeast Asian communities and wondering what it means that this southeast Asian man felt the need to call me, a Black dyke, out on not just any piece of jewelry, but a specific urban marker like a gold chain. but i am way too stoned to chase that thought any further.]
and yeah im not for the whole “well, see beyonce was w her bf for 7 years and THEN got married and THEN had a kid” shit,
can we allow for WOC to live their lives in diff ways?
can we make our own choices as to whether we even care for traditional arrangements?
like, everyone doesnt believe in marriage. and no child is any less valuable just because they were born outside of a legal union. and the fuck what?
and this is coming from someone who did things the “right” way.
when its not the media and society telling us no one wants us and acting shocked when someone does,
its fellow POC pushing tired ass shit that happens to debase the majority of WOC’s circumstances.
how about to each their own? how about that?
“This anthology is being compiled by Michael David Battle to pay tribute to Black trans-identified experience, as the Black trans-identified experience has significant differences from the White trans-identified experience.
Michael is looking for original, well-written personal essays, memoirs, or stories that are based on autobiographical experiences. The narrative must be in first person. Other than that, the contest is open to any type, genre or style of story.”
Michael David is an acquaintance of mine from our trans support group who’s doing fantastic things for the trans* community. I know there are some amazing writers around here, so I thought I’d pass it along!
Despite civil rights struggle, the 1960s’ black power movement, and the power of slogans like “black is beautiful,” masses of black people continue to be socialized via mass media and non progressive educational systems to internalize white supremacist thoughts and values. Without ongoing resistance struggle and progressive black liberation movements for self-determination, masses of black people (and everyone else) have no alternative worldview that affirms and celebrates blackness. Rituals of affirmation (celebrating black history, holidays, etc.) do not intervene on white supremacist socialization if they exist apart from active anti-racist struggle that seeks to transform society.
Since so many black folks have succumbed to the post-1960s notion that material success is more important than personal integrity, struggles for black self-determination that emphasize decolonization, loving blackness, have had little impact. As long as black folks are taught that the only way we can gain any degree of economic self-sufficiency or be materially privileged is by first rejecting blackness, our history and culture, then there will always be a crisis in black identity. Internalized racism will continue to erode collective struggle for self-determination.
Masses of black children will continue to suffer from low self-esteem. And even though they may be motivated to strive harder to achieve success because they want to overcome feelings of inadequacy and lack, those successes will be undermined by the persistence of low self-esteem.
A culture of domination demands of all its citizens self-negation. The more marginalized, the more intense the demand. Since black people, especially the underclass, are bombarded by messages that we have no value, are worthless, it is no wonder that we fall prey to nihilistic despair or forms of addiction that provide momentary escape, illusions of grandeur, and temporary freedom from the pain of facing reality. In his essay “Healing the Heart of Justice,” written for a special issue of Creation Spirituality highlighting the work of Howard Thurman, Victor Lewis shares his understanding of the profound traumatic impact of internalized oppression and addiction on black life. He concludes:
“To value ourselves rightly, infinitely, released from shame and self-rejection, implies knowing that we are claimed by the totality of life. To share in a loving community and vision that magnifies our strength and banishes fear and despair, here, we find the solid ground from which justice can flow like a mighty stream. Here, we find the fire that burns away the confusion that oppression heaped upon us during our childhood weakness. Here, we can see what needs to be done and find the strength to do it. To value ourselves rightly. To love one another. This is to heal the heart of justice.”
We cannot value ourselves rightly without flrst breaking through the walls of denial which hide the depth of black self-hatred, inner anguish, and unreconciled pain. —
bell hooks, Black Looks: Race and Representation, “Loving Blackness as Political Resistance”, pp. 16, 18-21 (via urshermaleek)
pardon me, just gonna read this over and over.
Let’s clear this up.
I kind of really want to dispell this myth that black people are the group of PoC who care the least about other PoC oppression.
I’ve noticed that here on tumblr, and on facebook, and anywhere else that black PoC discuss racism, we are then targeted by (mostly white people) for not wanting to discuss anyone else’s oppression.
Let me just say right now that that is a piece of shit.
To talk about someone else’s oppression, someone who belongs to a different cultural background, you have to be:
- Well versed in that culture, and it’s relations to other cultures.
- Well versed in that particular culture/country’s history, and it’s relation to other countries.
- Able to discern your own racism, and see it for what it is, and separate it from your analyzations of that particular race/culture/country.
If you can’t do any of those things, then you’re not really fit to talk about someone else’s racism. Period. That’s why the only instances of racism that I talk about are Japanese racism, and Black racism. Why? Because I myself am black, and have studied Japanese culture and relations extensively. Therefore, I find that I know enough to at least hold my own in a discussion about it.
Expecting a PoC who has never experienced any other kind of racism than the kind directed at their race is like expecting a boat to fly a plane. You’re headed for disaster.
That’s how you get really well-meaning racism. The kind where everyone has to put their two cents in, regardless of how much they actually know about the cultures involved. It’s how you get comments like : “I don’t hate Muslims, but I just think they need to practice their religion peacefully.”
LittlemisspoliticalOr: “Where are you from? Do you speak English? Oh, that [insert mannerism here] is so cute! Is it like a religious thing? Oh, so you’re not Christian then?”
So white people, when you’re accusing black PoC of not discussing anyone else’s oppression, you would do well to think long and hard about how fucking racist it would be to pretend to know all about the issues of a culture we’re not a part of. If a Japanese, Korean, South African, Mexican wants to come forward, and talk about their oppression, I’m all fucking ears. Preach to me. But otherwise, I’m not going to pretend to know how to solve your problems, or know anything about them, because guess what, I’m not racist.
- Michael Skolnik. (via surruhmac)
Teenage Black americans don’t make good postcards / it was never about justice
Anonymous asked: K BUT U RONG DOE, NIGGER.
White people, THIS shit right here is why I and other PoC get mad when you use “nigga”. THIS is why. Because of the history of white people using this word against us. Because there are people out there who STILL use “nigger” to dehumanize, oppress and shut us down. There are people out there who still say this shit to us in order to intentionally hurt us. You might not mean to hurt us, but the word still hurts.
WE use it because once a slur is directed at you, you can try to reclaim it. WE use it because it’s ours. It does not belong to you. It does not belong to you. YOU individually may have never dreamed of using the word to hurt us, but there are plenty more people who are white, just like you, who use this word to try and silence us. See above. See SEVENTY FIVE PERCENT of all of the asks I’ve ever gotten on this blog. See every white supremacist blog on this fucking website. SEE what you get when you type “nigger” into Google.
REALIZE that now, in 2012, white people—the majority—still use this word to hurt us, the minority. If you are white, you are part of the majority. When your people are using a term to hurt us and actively degrade and dehumanize us, you can not use it just because you think that it sounds cool or trendy. BECAUSE you are white, using the word hurts us. I can’t make it any plainer than that.
THIS. Is why you can not say it. THIS is why we will get mad. Because you are white. And while you might think “Well, BLACK people say it, so I should be able to, too!”, you have to realize that Black people aren’t using the term to oppress each other. Black people can’t use the term to oppress. BLACK people are the ones who were getting this word thrown at them in the first place.
You can’t use this word, because your people are still trying to hurt us with that word. You see that above? They weren’t using it as a term of endearment, or for fun. They were using that to insulte me. To hurt me. To degrade me. To dehumanize me. Let me repeat that last one: to dehumanize me. NOW. TODAY.
Not just back in the 1800’s. Not just in 1964. NOW. In 2012. THIS. RIGHT THERE. UP ABOVE. THAT? THAT’S WHY.
So help me god if I hear another white person use that word. EVER.
thoughts on quirky/eccentric black girls
i would never go out of my way and say i had it the worst. in fact, i personally KNOW i don’t have it the worst. my english grammar and punctuation and enunciation will pretty much conform to the strictest MLA standards are whatever the fuck, when i want it to. and i can turn it on and off, for the most part. i know there are some fucked up politics in blending in and not alarming white people with my Otherness, but i use it to my fullest advantage every day at work.
the thing is, though? i would never say i had it the easiest because my whole life, i’ve been rejected by other black folks. i mean, that’s the price of blending in, right? being told i’m so pretty but i talk “too white”, being called an oreo, being straight up laughed at and mocked by complete strangers on the streets. from the time when i was too young to really understand, and still, as little as two days ago, the same bullshit.
and i won’t bullshit you; i sometimes enjoy it. i especially enjoyed the attention in high school. i was pretty much infamous in my predominately POC school and i liked it that way.
aand idk maybe i’m not awake enough to make an actual point here, but i’m kinda wondering where the hell i go from here. healing my relationships with black people (and ESP black men) is… hard. to say the least. i never really got over that rejection (and also, it hasn’t exactly stopped) and i don’t even really know where to start.