I knew there had to be at least one person out there still willing to fly the racist flag. Unbothered, unfettered, and free. Like a sparrow. A hateful, racist, bigoted sparrow.
Tagged “black people”
Some people are very, very, very, very mad.
It doesn't matter if you have one drop or a KFC bucket full of Zulu blood. We see Black across the street. We see Black across the tweets.
I don't know what to say
Nothing like a little white guilt and possible imperialism to get your day going.
There's no way to articulate the feeling of existing in a place where you can never relax, where you're always hyperconscious of the reality of death
Possible answers to a decade-old question
What would you do?
I'd be remiss if I didn't admit that this way of thinking can be seductive. But do not be seduced by this subterfuge.
For whatever reason, coon and all its variations has become a go-to word for Black people who have aint-shit thoughts and opinions about race
It's crucial to make sure you're not Black anymore before you get back behind the wheel. Do not cut corners here.
There's enough space within Blackness to be Black and be however and whoever you want to be
There is no law that states that we must have only two major parties. Multiple parties would bring more ideas to the fore.