J’aimais bien la chanson “Enjoy The Silence” jusqu’à ce que j’écoute les paroles et que je réalise qu’il s’agit d’un mec qui intime à sa copine l’ordre de fermer sa gueule.
I apologize if this comes off as disrespectful to Michael Brown or Trayvon Martin. Or their families. Or YOU, the reader. I’m not about that. That’s not why I drew this.
I am just really freaked out that 40% of Americans (and 47% of White Americans) do not think that the killings and violence in Ferguson ‘raise any racial issues.’ Fellow White Persons, this is our chance to learn. This is our chance to change.
When Trayvon Martin was murdered because Full Grown Men in America are frightened to violence by the presence black children, the dialogue turned very quickly into a conversation about gun control.
And gun control is an issue that deserves our attention.
But it won’t change the massive poverty in Black America. The arrest rate. The education statistics. The institutional, systemic, casual, and passive racism that plagues our country.
And it wouldn’t have saved Michael Brown.
Anyway. I’m sorry if this comes off as disrespectful or insincere or preachy. I’m sorry if my execution (or personality) gets in the way of what I’m trying to say. I am an imperfect artist, an imperfect person, and I am, undoubtedly, blinded to a million things by my own glaring whiteness. So this might be… Lord, this might be awful. I’m so sorry if it’s awful. Really.
But. I just keep thinking… Look, my wife is pregnant with our first child. A boy. We’re nervous, we’re excited, we’re SO ANXIOUS because what the hell do you do with babies? WE don’t know. But if we were a black family… in this country… we would be so terrified. Because we live in a nation that murders the children of black parents, puts it on the news WITH RIOTS AND TEAR GAS as decoration, and still half of us don’t even see it as a problem. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine bringing a child into that reality, to face the odds we lay out for black kids?
That would break me. I’ve never known anything like that. No one should ever know anything like that.
So let’s talk to our friends about race. Lets talk to our families. And when actual victims of racism try to tell us what’s going on in, say, a peaceful community protest as they are being gassed and shot at by cops WE SHOULD LISTEN TO AND BELIEVE THEM. Let’s talk to each other about this until we are all on the same page.
And then let’s turn the damn page.
Q:what does fucking nancy think of homophobia? (i had a pretty bad day :( )
There’s war outside that no Black person is safe from.
every one of those guys just looks like a scum fuck
You know what these guys look like? The mafia.
^^^cuz they are; just with much more protection, you see it though^^^
The white devils
THERE WAS FUCKING VIDEO
LIKE HOW YOU DENY FUCKING VIDEO AND THE FUCKING AUTOPSY
SOMEONE HELP ME UNDERSTAND HOW THESE PPL ARE ABLE TO DO THIS AND GET AWAY WITH IT
Here for the last comment
I’m assuming they think we all don’t know what a chokehold is.
what the fuck son
i saw this live and lost my shit bro
like really started wilding out and my mom was livid too.
Someone above mentioned that they look like the mafia. I’m on Staten Island, so the mafia is a way of life here. Actual crime syndicates, not people playing games. Many of the cops here work with the Gambino, Genovese and Colombo crime families. I’m not even remotely joking about this. A bunch of these cops are the very definition of gangsters. These people don’t play. Witnesses to crimes out here just fucking disappear and are never heard from again. All these mafia street soldiers and associates are their friends and people they grew up with. Sometimes they are blood relatives. Everyone knows what they are doing out here.
Look, we even got officers in the NYPD who are gun runners. Every once in a while, there will be an officer served up as a sacrificial lamb who will get busted, but most of them just carry on. These people are hardcore gangsters.
Back to the police union. They are just jackboot thugs in suits. The guy in the center is Pat Lynch. His surname fits him well. He’s the head of the PBA (Patrolmen’s Benevolent Association). They go around defending cops who brutalize, assault, harass and murder people, and they act like it’s advocacy work. They’ve been doing it for a while. Sadly, Mr. Lynch has a lot of pull and influence. But make no bones about it, this is what a true gangster looks like. Only a gangster will come out and tell you that the video you saw of a Black man being choked to death wasn’t a choke at all.
The police are the terrorists, the people in Ferguson have created an anti-terrorist movement.
Truth is, black folk feel implicated by other black folk and strength is something we feel we can be proud of. A lot of the backlash against Amber Cole by the black community was shrouded in respectability politics and fear that her sexuality and participation in a public sex act might blemish an already sullied and stereotypic image of blackgirlness. With Jada (and her mother), her strength and refusal to be shamed and silenced as a rape victim is seen as heroic and commendable (and don’t get me wrong, it is, but I believe that part of the reason we “need” her to be strong is because it reflects the overall strength of black women).
The problem with blackgirl strength is that it never lets up. Blackgirls don’t have the luxury of a time out or a break to breathe. The problem with blackgirl strength is that our very lives are at stake and if we don’t learn to mask our pain we won’t know how to survive. The problem with blackgirl strength is that practice makes perfect and after while we have that strength, no pain, never let ‘em see you sweat ish down pat. The problem with blackgirl strength is that it doesn’t offer protection. The problem with blackgirl strength is that nobody ever tells us we don’t have to be strong and we don’t know how not to be. That is a problem.
Q:hello. i'm sorry if this is an unwelcome or misguided question, but i was wondering if you could clarify that "fuck skinny bitches" post? i'm not sure exactly what the intent of the post itself is, and I'm honestly worried about the mentality that *does* shame people of any gender, but mostly girls, who do have body image issues related to being thin wrt medical issues or compulsive behaviors?
hi! not an unwelcome question at all
the post itself is referring to a lyric (“fuck them skinny bitches in the club”) from Nicki Minaj’s new song “Anaconda”: (NSFW) https://youtube.com/watch?v=LDZX4ooRsWs
first I should note that I’m not Black. it’s important to understand the context of the lyric — in Anaconda Nicki is talking about her ass. probably the standout lyric of the song is just “I got a big.fat.ass….”. she is talking about her derrière from the perspective of a Black woman. Black women’s bodies from the time white people “discovered” them have been subject to extremely strict scrutiny; they were criticized and exoticized by white people for a very long time (even until now in fact!) who focused on Black women’s breasts and posteriors, specifically how much larger they were in comparison to white women’s. Black women were and are constantly abused, sexualized, exoticized, and objectified if they have larger asses because we live in a racist sex-obsessed patriarchy. Black women’s bodies are seen as uglier than white women’s.
and I think that Nicki’s song is basically a giant middle finger to that. she’s talking about her ass and her sex life and her ass some more and how much she loves her ass and her body and how much she wants other women who are hated because they have big asses and aren’t thin (as society would prefer it) to love themselves and their asses and their bodies: “this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club, I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?”
so when Nicki raps “fuck them skinny bitches in the club” I don’t think she is talking to a literal group of thin probably white women dancing at a club and saying fuck them. I do not think she is even saying this figuratively either. I think that she means fuck the standard that says that those women are more important because of their bodies. Nicki is really just encouraging Black women to love their bodies and their asses which they are told not to do every day by society because of a racist concept that was invented hundreds of years ago through scientific racism. and personally I think that this message of the song is more important than those one or two lines of the song.
I wonder what would happen if we took inaccessible and replaced it with, unsafe, undignified. I wonder what would happen if more disabled people, women especially, were able to name the deprivations that form deep grooves in even the most fortunate life.
This whole piece is so true and beautiful.
I don’t think I know anyone with this background, but maybe we can signal boost. One major thing the Ferguson organizers have been asking for specifically for several days is for service donations from mental health professionals with a background in trauma counseling, people of color would be preferable for obvious reasons. If you know someone who might be willing to either to go to Ferguson or do tele-sessions, please direct them to this form.
The young lady that was shot in the head by a police officer is still waiting to be interviewed by the police department
(they’ve edited the articles to take out the white part and that she was killed hehehe)
Residents knew it was BS.
Turns out Mya was shot by a police officer. The department forced surgeons to take the bullet out and took the bullet for “Ballistics”
Over a week later, she still has yet to be contacted by the department
Do not let her story go ignored
Interviewer: But the question is more, how do you get there? Do you get there by confrontation, violence?
Davis: Oh, is that the question you were asking? Yeah see, that’s another thing. When you talk about a revolution, most people think violence, without realizing that the real content of any revolutionary thrust lies in the principles and the goals that you’re striving for, not in the way you reach them. On the other hand, because of the way this society’s organized, because of the violence that exists on the surface everywhere, you have to expect that there are going to be such explosions. You have to expect things like that as reactions. If you are a black person and live in the black community all your life and walk out on the street everyday seeing white policemen surrounding you… when I was living in Los Angeles, for instance, long before the situation in L.A ever occurred, I was constantly stopped. No, the police didn’t know who I was. But I was a black women and I had a natural and they, I suppose thought I might be “militant.”
And when you live under a situation like that constantly, and then you ask me, you know, whether I approve of violence. I mean, that just doesn’t make any sense at all. Whether I approve of guns.
I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. Some very, very good friends of mine were killed by bombs, bombs that were planted by racists. I remember, from the time I was very small, I remember the sounds of bombs exploding across the street. Our house shaking. I remember my father having to have guns at his disposal at all times, because of the fact that, at any moment, we might expect to be attacked. The man who was, at that time, in complete control of the city government, his name was Bull Connor, would often get on the radio and make statements like, “Niggers have moved into a white neighborhood. We better expect some bloodshed tonight.” And sure enough, there would be bloodshed. After the four young girls who lived, one of them lived next door to me…I was very good friends with the sister of another one. My sister was very good friends with all three of them. My mother taught one of them in her class. My mother—in fact, when the bombing occurred, one of the mothers of one of the young girls called my mother and said, “Can you take me down to the church to pick up Carol? We heard about the bombing and I don’t have my car.” And they went down and what did they find? They found limbs and heads strewn all over the place. And then, after that, in my neighborhood, all the men organized themselves into an armed patrol. They had to take their guns and patrol our community every night because they did not want that to happen again.
On a five point scale, reviews for the exact same memo averaged a 3.2 for the “African American” author and 4.1 for the “Caucasian” author. More surprising were the findings of “objective” criteria such as spelling. The partner evaluators found an average of 2.9 spelling and grammar errors for the “Caucasian” authors and 5.8 such errors for the “African American” authors. Overall the memo presumed to have been written by a “Caucasian” was “evaluated to be better in regards to the analysis of facts and had substantively fewer critical comments.”