#CommonRacistResponses is a hashtag created by @ChaosGawd to discuss how socialization in a White supremacist society plus White privilege (to obscure this actual socialization and make it appear as if Whiteness as “boiler plate” and “the norm" is a legitimate stance) reveal how Whites use the same tired, easily disproven (though should not be a requirement; our humanity as Black people does not require "proof;" we are human; it is anti-Blackness and racism that dictates that we are not) arguments and derailment day after day after day.
For my examples that I tweeted I addressed: how institutional racism will not be undone with interracial sex; how income inequality is not “just a class issue” but tied to race; the false equalization between Black body dehumanization and some White women not meeting the most extreme aspects of Eurocentric beauty norms yet still access White privilege and beauty privilege in a way that Black women cannot and rarely do, respectively; some White students who do not understand affirmative action, expect college admissions as a birthright, will never suggest that fellow White students who make up more than 75% of all PWIs “took” their slots as it’s always Black students blamed and still believe that Black students are the only ones who get scholarships; the consistent myth of “reverse racism,” which does not exist, at all; nopetastic; the anti-intersectional way in which White women regularly dehumanize and violate Black women’s bodies yet demand that men be held accountable for violation of space, bodies and right to consent to touching.
Upon seeing some of these tweets in the hashtag, a White man posed the usual "Blacks are among the ‘most’ racist" type of common racist response to @ChaosGawd. However @ChaosGawd took his ass to school and challenged White supremacy. Naturally by the time the argument was coming to a close, this White man moved from blaming Black people for racism to calling us “monkeys” with “AIDS.” He couldn’t defend a single thing he said (and even resorted to mentioning “the knockout game” as an example of the oppression of Whites, which is laughable). He probably has never had to defend a word as much of White supremacy is about Whites being socialized to have the same narrow, incorrect world view of Black people, hence the common racist responses in the first place. I mean, how is it that they regurgitate the same racist statements over and over without seemingly noticing the sheer quantity of the repetition if not the lack of quality in the statements? Socialization in White supremacy.
And of course this socialization doesn’t only impact them. Many Black people internalize these same messages and believe these things about us, because of our experience with oppression as well. This is why decolonization (unlearning White supremacist thinking), deconstruction (challenging White supremacist thinking) and resistance (protection of self and cultural value against White supremacy) are so important.
I just… I love y’all. All of you. Fuck a skin tone. Fuck a hair grade. Fuck everything that tries to divide you and make you smaller and easier to digest, including men. Fuck all that shit. Be BIG. Be hard to grasp. Be everything. I love your everything.
I’m just in a moment right now. Been in one since I woke up. I love black women, each and every fucking one of you.
That’s all I have to say, really.
I know I don’t have many followers, but if it isn’t too much to ask I would like for everyone to just take a second to read my story. The pictures above are a summary of my life the past two years. From my first date with Christian, to my first and only prom with him, to finding out I was pregnant and starting our family. As you can see the past two years have sort of been a roller coast ride for me, with plenty of ups and downs. But I can easily say they were the best two years of my life. There are a few dates I will never forget, starting with February 26th, 2012. That was the day me and christian officially started our relationship. The next date is July 11th, 2012. The day I found out I was approximately 7 weeks pregnant. January 12th, 2013, the day we moved into our little house. Then February 13th, 2013. The day my son, Noah Clark Carden came into the world. I’ll never forget June 8th, 2013, the day Christian was taken to jail (just a minor probation violation), and July 23rd, 2013, the day he was released. After that, the dates are all kind of just a blur and a flash of good memories. Until, October 30th, 2013. That is the night Christian died. I found him, he had committed suicide. I stayed by his side until the ambulance arrived, but he had no heart beat. I followed them to the hospital and as soon as they resuscitated him and he was stable they allowed me in his room. At first I sat by his side holding his hand, and I just cried. He was breathing on his own through a tube, and a machine was doing most of the work for his heart. Just when I lost all hope one of the nurses told me, “You know you can talk to him, right? Hearing is always the last thing to go in a situation like this”. So I did, I told him many things. Countless times I told him how much I loved him. How much me and Noah needed him. That if he would just fight for me, and come back, that God would give us another chance to do things right and to be a family. I just went on and on, and when I looked up, his eyes were half open and he was crying. Tears streaming down his face. That’s when I knew.. he wasn’t going to be able to come back to me, and he knew it too. But I stayed there, I stayed by his side until they called his death and removed the machines. And for an additional two hours I sat there with my head on his chest, and I played with his hair because that was his favorite thing. I stayed until the nurses said it was time to go, I looked at him, whispered I love you, kissed him on the forehead, and I walked out. Christian suffered from depression, but not a lot of people knew that because he never reached out to anyone. He had stopped his antidepressants, but he didn’t let anyone know. He truly felt that if he died nobody would miss him, that we were all better off without him.. well he was wrong. But he couldn’t help that he felt this way, he was sick. People don’t understand how severe a mental illness can be just because you cannot see it. So this post has two messages in it. ONE, if you are depressed and you feel like you have no purpose, like you are not loved, well you are WRONG. There are many people out there that will be affected and deeply hurt to lose you. Christian didn’t realize that until it was too late. And two, if you are having suicidal thoughts… reach out to someone.. anyone. You can even message me day or night, and I will talk if you want to talk, or listen if you want me to listen. Don’t keep things hidden, and don’t feel embarrassed, scared, or ashamed.. please. You are not unwanted, you are not any different, you are depressed, and there is a cure. I would give anything to go back and tell Christian all of this, why I waited until it was too late… I dont know. And I will never forgive myself. So don’t make that mistake. Life is too short to spread hate, to hold grudges, to cut ties. Instead forgive, spread love, and find happiness. Christian always told me how much he loved to make other people happy, and it was true. I can’t name all the favors that were left unreturned.. but he didn’t care. He did it for the joy of making someones day. He was such a people pleaser, if he couldn’t make somebody happy, he felt like he had failed. What he didn’t understand is that it wasn’t his responsibility to make others happy, but he took on the challenge anyways. When other people were hurting, Christian took in their pain as his own. Everyday took a toll on him, to the point where the pain was unbearable. But you would have never known if you met him. He would flash that smile and release every bit of happiness he had until he had none left. I know it seems cliche, but it is true. Reblog this to spread Suicide Awareness. If my story can help save just one life, well then I will feel accomplished. And if Christian knew he started something to inspire others, to bring someone to reach deep down inside and find their own inner happiness, and give them a reason to live, well then he would feel accomplished too. So please, help me do this for him. I may not have worded this exactly how I wanted to, or got everything out, but I think I did the best I could at this point.
People seem to think that there is a time & place for being upset at how the way of the world is. When there is so-called “nothing” going on (which means nothing more than the general public has not been told by the slanted media that there is something worth their attention & concern), they claim that it isn’t the right time to be upset.
When the holidays roll around, people consider that the wrong time to “ruin moods” & point out all of the things to be upset at, all of the things that need to change. The holidays are for festive times & familiar faces, supposedly. Well…I’m looking at things in a slightly different light.
When their media outlets tell the public that there is “nothing” going on, then you should begin to look around you if you somehow have managed not to do so already. Open your eyes to look no further than your own environment & see that yes, there is absolutely nothing going on: nothing going on to suggest improvements & strides being made in the school systems, nothing going on to suggest that we, the people that all of the ‘systems’ in place are designed to serve, are any more safe now than slaves were before Abraham Lincoln was praised for his powerless & petty “freeing” of said slaves. There is nothing going on that would give anyone a glimmer of hope for a brighter future. A dead blind man could see & feel that obvious truth.
The holidays? An obvious multi-layered ploy that is as “American” as apple pie & Whites coveting the things that they openly show disgust towards. It is multi-layered to disguise the historic wrongdoings by those who claim to have your best interests at heart. I say multi-layered because holidays has been nothing more than an excuse for the rich to become richer, while the poor make them so…& become poorer in the process, generally speaking. I say multi-layered because it takes the focus off of the abusive relationship that you are in with life, with America, & puts the focus on something a bit more comedic….like “America’s Team”.
Nobody wants to be mad during the holidays. Yet plenty readily admit that not only are the ways of society ill & dressed-up barbaric, but that the aforementioned ways need changing in an overhaul fashion. But shhh….now is not the time while family is visiting. And it’s definitely not the time once they leave; folks have to get up early for the Black Friday ‘sale’. So tell me this: WHEN is the right time for someone to be downright livid about the state of the common man? After the high of the holidays wears off? Because there’s another one coming right behind it, like time-measured doses of your favorite sedative. I hope you enjoy the day-after holiday sales. It only costs you your humanity, at a discounted price: someone else’s life. But when someone else’s life suddenly becomes yours? Don’t be upset, okay?
Tweets of the day: Of all the reactions to the finale of Breaking Bad, Phonte's might be the best. The Grammy-nominated ex-Little Brother member took to Twitter, comparing pretty much every name in the rap game to classic TV shows, and the analogies actually make a hell of a lot of sense; the “Mad Men = Eminem” one is so accurate it hurts.
The truth in this analysis is staggering. The only one that wasn’t 100% on point was 2pac
Phon Tigger could get the ring I swear it
This. Is. Great
Phonte’s a goddamned G.
Uh… this seemed pretty effortless and would be the kind of thing that’d take an average blogger at least a day or two to put together.