WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS A LOT OF RAW ANGER AND CURSE WORDS, SO IF THOSE ARE THE KIND OF THINGS THAT OFFEND YOU DESPITE CLICKING TO READ A BLOG POST ABOUT WHITE TERRORISTS SPEWING HATE, I SUGGEST YOU BACK AWAY
I often try to laugh in times of high stress and tense situations, or double over in laughter when dealing with overt racism and discrimination as a means to deal with hatred and people who want me dead due to my skin color.
I tried to do that over the last 24 hours with Charlottesville, and I can’t do it anymore. I literally cannot. To the point that I’m likely to shut off my phone shortly after completing this post and turning on my Wii to play some “Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door”
What has pushed me over the edge?
It’s not the Kip from Napoleon Dynamite built motherfuckers talking about racial superiority.
It’s not the Soren from Cracked.com looking asshats chanting how they will “not be replaced”
It’s not even the meathead looking waffle-faced jackasses with swastika tattoos crying about being called racist.
It’s about you passive motherfuckers who look at this shit and find ANY POSSIBLE WAY to deflect what is really happening here. It’s you “shocked and appalled” white folks that “can’t believe this is happening in our country.”
Our nation was built from the ground up on the backs of slave labor. Slave labor that it freed after a 200 years of captivity that it then deprived of access to equality by putting barriers up to prevent affordable employment, faux-legalize aggression towards them, label them as murders and rapists, and stomping out any and every attempt to create their own equity and legacy.
Then when those people stood up for their right to exist and exercise the very freedoms granted to them through our constitution. They were made out to be barbaric, ungrateful animals, hosed with fire hydrants, told to stay in their place.
That was 50 years ago. Since then they’ve had to deal with all kinds of systemic oppression from people who never wanted to see their freedom.
People like those who marched on Charlottesville this weekend.
With tiki torches in hand they took to the streets crying about how they’re no longer the only voice in America, how others have come along and strove for equal opportunities. Upset that the 44th President of the United States was brown skinned and wasn’t immediately disqualified from the position because of it.
Fueled with pride that their beloved leader would see things the way they do, that he wouldn’t denounce them, he’d actively encourage them.
Yet, you sit there White America, in disbelief that this is happening. Having trouble comprehending what’s going on, despite the fact that you likely have a relative who can tell you what was happening in this country 53 years ago. Someone who sat and watched the Civil Right’s Movement happen and may have agreed with the press coverage that those involved were truly “troublemakers”. It wasn’t long ago, we have tangible connections to that era, they’re still alive, still working, still serving in Congress or participating in state government practices. This isn’t a resurgence of hate, this is hate being emboldened by the events of the last year.
This isn’t economic anxiety. It’s not “fear of not being heard”. It’s not a fight back against political correctness, or ANTIFA, or Black Lives Matter. It’s knowing that because they are white, they can march on the streets in military gear, armed with weapons and tiki torches, and not be “feared” by the police.
It’s pure, unfiltered hate and racism, and the minute you understand this, the minute you realize that you, White America, are the ones who must fix it.