The gun George Zimmerman pointed at his wife today is the same gun he used to murder to Trayvon Martin. It was returned to him following his acquittal. The same weapon he used to murder a black young man and walk away free warranted instant arrest when pointed at a white woman.
Let’s hear some misandry jokes, white feminists! They’re so funny!
“The world was becoming too much for us… We couldn’t resolve the contradictions of our existence… And we couldn’t resolve yesterday’s pain… So we gave away our life and now we live inside Ebony Magazine… Yes, we live inside a world where everyone is beautiful, and wears fabulous clothes… And no one says anything profound… Or meaningful… Or contradictory… Because no one talks. Everyone just smiles and shows off their cheekbones… And everything is rehearsed, including this other kind of pain we’re starting to feel… The kind of pain that comes from feeling no pain at all.”—George C. Wolfe,The Colored Museum
Because I’d love for her to be thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her right now…
For her to be wondering about my current happenings and if she’ll see me tomorrow…
Her seemingly disinterest in almost everything makes me all the more interested. It’s as if all her thoughts are feathers on the wind, and when those feathers are brushed away by a gust of wind, she doesn’t try and catch them…
“…Sometimes people try to destroy you, precisely because they recognize your power — not because they don’t see it, but because they see it and they don’t want it to exist.”—bell hooks (via missbostonsays)
“I wanna begin saying a story about my son. I have a four-year old son who loves superheroes from Spider-Man to Iron Man to Batman. He’s got all the costumes. One day he looks at me and says ‘Dad, I want to be light-skinned so I could be Spider-Man. Spider-Man has light skin.’ That was sort of a shock. This is why I am excited to be a part of the Marvel Universe, so I could be hopefully provide that diversity in the role of the superhero.”—
"When you grow up poor, sometimes books are the only connection you have to the world that exists outside your neighborhood. You begin to imagine that the people in those books matter. You imagine that they are important—maybe even immortal—because someone wrote about them. But you? When you fail to find yourself in books—or people like you, who live in neighborhoods like yours, who look like you and love like you—you begin to question your place in the world. You begin to question if those people who make up your neighborhood and your family are worth writing about, if you are worth writing about. Maybe no one thinks about them or you. Maybe no one sees you." - Jaquira Diaz, "Girl Hood: On (Not) Finding Yourself in Books"
The bigger issue with Miley Cyrus is her complete obliviousness to the differences in public reaction when it comes to herself versus black people. When Miley Cyrus plays at ratchet, we get three reactions: fangirls/fangays spooing all over themselves telling the internet how much they love her, non-fans giving deep eyerolls and moving on to the next, and middle-aged white people making vague statements about how they’re “concerned” about her state of mind. The reaction she does not get is that if she were shot by a neighborhood watchman, then she deserved it because she flips the bird and does drugs and glamorizes hoodrat behavior.
That’s my problem. My problem is black kids like Trayvon Martin play at being ratchet everyday and the rest of America looks at them like they’re all budding criminals. The defense in that case put Trayvon Martin’s character on trial, by wanting us to infer that he was headed down the wrong path to prison anyway. Because of a few Myspace photos and a toxicology report, we should be glad we got that thug off the streets. They turned him into a thug for doing the exact same things that Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber do, the exact same things that millions of little white kids do in their gated communities, driving around in Daddy’s SUV listening to old-school NWA and rolling spliffs and bragging about it on social media.
That is what white privilege looks like. If you are a white apologist who continuously doubts that white privilege exists, ask yourself if Miley Cyrus or any other 20-year-old white girl would be put on trial posthumously if someone shot her for walking around in a hoodie. That is the definition of white privilege.
So let’s talk about the term “white privilege” and how it denotes White people with a sense of benefit where it shouldn’t be. Their whiteness isn’t a privilege and the fact that we’ve adopted the term only promotes their ideals and actions. White people are not apologetic. What we’ve come to indicate as privilege was forcibly imposed upon the Black American culture and collective memory for centuries. They aren’t privileged, though they have strategically removed responsibility from themselves and burdened it upon us. They aren’t privileged and we must avoid awarding them with that perception and conception.
“give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.”—