Is You Is, or Is You Ain’t My Racism

The thing about “white racism” vs “black racism” is basis of that hate.

Black people would essentially hate anyone that treated us historically the way white people have treated everyone that was not white, and certainly how whites in this country have treated us since snatching us from the womb our homeland and making us forever the bastard children of this one. Yes. We would hate anyone, openly and as a group, who did this to us. It is demeaning and demoralizing. And every time we are told by some present day white person to “get over it”, it starkly makes us wonder what is in the minds of them all. And if it possible, that even the ones that pretend to be our friends, would turn their backs on us in the face of the slightest adversity. There is not one of us who has not felt this sting. The betrayal of what we assumed was a friend until the balance of power became too real.

Whereas white people simply hate black people for being… black. In fact, when they describe their hate for other cultures, they will use being black as the benchmark for hate, ugliness, and ignorance. The only thing that is worse than being a nigger is getting treated like you are a nigger when you are clearly not. “You’re less than a nigger around here.” “Treating me like I was some kind of a nigger.” It is nearly universally agreed upon is you can be almost anything loathsome and worthy of reproach, but don’t be a nigger. And certainly don’t be those things and a nigger. There can not be anything worse even if it were to come up from the bowels of Hell and swallow us whoke.

It is sometimes difficult to properly convey what “racism” is to a person that does not want to hear these truths. I know that I personally become frustrated and throw up my hands. But it is more than simply treating people differently based on their race. It is about assigning them a lesser worth based on your perception of their race and in doing so relegating them to that lower station. It is about pain. And oppression. And evil based on nothingness. 

It is inherent in the country. Woven into its very fiber between the stitchings of red, white, and blue. It is never fully relinquished because it is never fully admitted to or owned. 

Now let’s all stand and say the Pledge. 

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