I need white people to stop pretending consent was possible during slavery.
Stop lying to yourselves that those black cousins are the result of illicit love affairs & grasp that slaves could not say no.
When consent is not an option, when you’re only seen as 3/5ths of a human being & you have no legal standing? You can’t say yes.
I need white America to sit down for a sec. Look into the faces of black Americans with the same last names & figure it the fuck out.
Our ancestors were raped by your ancestors. Regularly. Some of the kids were treated kindly. Most were not. They were sold.
White mistresses punished the slaves for “tempting” master & congratulated themselves on that bloody work. Read the narratives.
Not the cleaned up ones either. Read Incidents in The Life of A Slave Girl & understand that Mammy was a victim, not the one who loved you.
She couldn’t care for her kids, couldn’t choose her husband or their father most of the time. She was a slave.
Millions of people died on the Middle Passage. Millions more died here at the hands of your ancestors. Own that.
Now you want to sing Kumbaya & keep oppressing our communities & erasing our contributions. Spare me the tired bullshit.
Male slaves fared no better. There’s a long history of them being raped, tortured & killed too. That was slavery. Stop romanticizing it.
Our children were fed to alligators as bait (feel free to look that up) died of starvation or exposure & that was slavery too. Yep, we were livestock & you use sickly livestock as bait.
Stop watching Gone With The Wind & fantasizing about beautiful plantations if you can’t accept what happened on those plantations.
House slaves had it better in the sense of access to food & possibly better treatment, but they were still slaves.
14 year old slave girls weren’t falling in love with the men who could beat them & everyone they loved to death.
Read the tales of enslaved women who killed their children to spare them. Read about people beaten to death as an example.
Sally Hemings could have left Jefferson in Paris. Of course her entire family was still in his power. And his “love”? Didn’t free her. Ever.
Go look at the pictures of former slaves backs. Whipped until they bled & left to scar so they were maimed for life & couldn’t run.
Also before you talk about the cleaned up narratives, remember that the people relating their stories knew lynching was always possible.
Records of slavery were deliberately destroyed so that former owners wouldn’t have to pay anyone.
That “peculiar institution” was generations of blood, pain, & terror. That’s what built America. Never forget that.
Now stop talking about anyone’s white ancestors like they deserve the fucking credit for the success of people descended from slaves.
American slavery began in 1619. June 19, 1865 was the last official day of slavery. Do the math on how long it takes to heal that wound.
After slavery was officially over? Black codes & Jim Crow laws followed. America’s history of oppression is longer than that of freedom.
Also before any dumb motherfuckers land in my mentions. I have a degree in history. I will read you to filth & bury you in sources.
Trust & believe there is no country here for people who want to romanticize a system that is still grinding away at my community.
All this fluffy fucking talk about American history to coddle white kids feelings & engender patriotism? You won’t get it here.
My ancestors built this country, I served this country & I will tell the damned truth about this country. Don’t like it? Fuck you.
Now let me get in my feelings about slavery before Africans were brought here. Because we weren’t the first people enslaved.
We were deliberately sought out for our skill sets & resistance to disease. Know why we were resistant? We’d had contact for years.
All of that “My ancestors never owned slaves so it has nothing to do with me?” Go look at those NDN ancestors again. See how many were free.
While you’re in there checking that out? Look up those old country ancestors & see how many benefited from slavery indirectly.
Also while we’re talking about NDN relatives? Yo, learn a name besides Cherokee. Better yet, learn about the genocidal tactics they faced.
Look up immigrant groups becoming white in America. Find out who had to bleed so they could gain access to white privilege.
Let’s really talk about the Red Summer of 1919 & how it wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Tulsa, Rosewood? They were just famous.
Let’s talk about welfare & who could access it. Hell let’s talk about who is collecting more of it right now.
Let’s talk about the primary beneficiaries of affirmative action (spoiler! White women!) & what it means to attack black people instead.
Shit, let’s get into the Great Depression & the Great Recession & who is hurting the most financially through both.
Let’s talk about conditions on reservations, in the inner city, & the violence faced by POC who try to leave those areas.
Hell, let’s talk about why we don’t see shows that reflect the American population set in the past, present, or future.
Go read Columbus’ diaries & see what “civilization” really meant to the people he encountered.
For that matter go read up on King Leopold & the Congo. I’ll wait while you cry.
That’s the thing about whiteness as a social construct in America. It’s not about white people, it’s about white power over others.
When we’re talking about white privilege? We’re talking about what it takes to shape this society based on oppression.
America is a young country with a lot of power because of genocide, slavery, & continuing oppression. Individuals build institutions.
All of these conversations aren’t about bringing out white guilt, they’re about ending this institution developed over the generations.
Also let’s be clear that America is sick with this ish across the political spectrum. It may manifest differently but it exists everywhere.
Before I go, let me also suggest that people who are curious about anything I tweeted about take a tour through Google with terms.
It’s not that I won’t answer questions, but there are books out there that I think everyone should read on slavery, whiteness, & America."
So here it is - a small accumulation of items that haven’t worked for me, but may work for you!
A Tk Scents & Dresses Give-Away!
- Three black cotton dresses - one long sleeve with asymetical collar (featured), one long sleeve with diagonal high-low hem and collar bone cutout, one long sleeve with mesh sleeves and upper. All size S/M, All very stretchy, All above-knee. Some have been washed, but none have been worn.
- Two black nylon dresses - One v-neck shift with flouncing waist, One a-line with round neck and petal shoulders. Both size S, both have some stretch, both above-knee. Never washed or worn.
- One cream chiffon high-low button up dress with waist tie. Size S. Never washed or worn.
One grey cotton cardigan with wrapping waist tie. Size S. Washed but not worn.
- Boxed set of three Aroma Boutique fine fragranced candles in Vanilla Jasmine Sandlewood. New.
- Bottle of Lightening perfume oil from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (fresh - bottled one month ago, unused beyond initial test) and thirteen BPAL Imps (tested): Dorian, Dee, Blood Pearl, Tavern of Hell, Casanova, Desire, Skuld, Stimulating Sassafras Strengthener, Blood Kiss, Hellfire, Cobra Lily, Blood Amber, Maenad.
- One silver-toned claw bracelet.
Rules and stuff:
- This give away is for my followers. (as in, you must be following me if you want to play)
- No give away blogs, inactive blogs, or private blogs.
- Do not remove the text.
- Reblogs all count - no limit.
- You must have your ask box open.
- Free shipping to US and Canada.
- Ends 8pm cali time on March 13th
- Winner will be chosen by random
- If winner does not respond to my “huzzah! you’ve won!” message within 48 hours a new winner will be chosen, whamp whamp.
I was way too busy/tired to take a photo of each clothing item - I’m giving these away not selling them, so please don’t message me asking for detailed photos, thank you.
For the night crowd!
White privilege is your history being taught as a core class and mine being taught as an elective.
please let them know.
white privilege is your history being taught as a core class, and mine being banned because it would promote "the overthrow of the U.S. government, foster racial resentment, and advocate ethnic solidarity."
“These incidents may appear small, banal and trivial, but we’re beginning to find they assail the mental health of recipients.”
-Sue et. al , 2007
If white people would even admit any of the stuff on this list was racist my life would be easier.
I’m white and not only do acknowledge that all those things are racist but also super fucking douchy.
I’ve experienced…all of these. Wow.
Same, multiple times, since I can remember. Honestly, especially when I was in school, I experienced at least one of these things almost daily.
=(. i’ve experienced just about all of these too, including this first one as an alien in our own land. i know so many Black people who are asked where they are from regularly by white people who for some reason can’t fathom we were born in the U.S. even tho many of our families have been here longer.
as for the criminality one, it would happen to me and my brother a lot, even when young. and we used to get so annoyed, we started doing shit like seeing old white ladies while we were in the car waiting for our mom, and lock the door really fast like we were scared and stuff. get back at em lol.
I think a particularly important one - especially in the light of Trayvon Martin’s death, Marvin Wilson’s case, and the recent shootings in Anaheim - not mentioned in the section of colour blindness is the subsequent presumption that the institutionalisation of racism does not exist and, in a post-racial society from which police-officers are unaffected by any resulting bias, any claims of racism are negated; that each of the killings (and the system through which they were able to be justified) were carried out professionally and without prejudice, and therefore each individual must have done something to warrant the police’s (and society’s) brutality.
Read those words
Some of my math teachers back in middle school and high school would “joke” about my ability in math because I’m Asian-American and tended to get B’s in math. People have imitated an “Asian” accent in front of me before looking directly at me and smiling while they did it. I felt so uncomfortable whenever it happened. I’ve been called chinky because of my eyes in the past 4 months. People have asked me to say something in Japanese when they found out that I am Japanese. People have said “ching chong chang” at me when I’ve been present and yes, they were fully aware of my nationality. I’ve been called a banana before (yellow on the outside and white on the inside). I’ve been told by other Asians that I am not Asian because I am not 100% Asian. I’ve known that I am not White though because I am still 50%percent Asian. People have assumed that I know karate. I’ve never taken a martial arts lesson of any type in my life. I’ve been mistaken for being Latina because my hair isn’t straight. Someone once asked where I was from and I replied New York. They then proceeded to ask “No, but where are you REALLY from?”. I’ve actually felt embarrassed before because some of my non-Asian friends know more Japanese from watching anime then I have ever known my entire life. People have asked me what a certain character meant and vocalized their disappointment when I told them that I didn’t know. And yes, people have pulled their eyes at me while chanting “Chinese, Japanese, ching chong chang”. I have felt unworthy of my Asian heritage because I didn’t get straight A pluses like a few of my other Asian friends did. When we discussed Pearl Harbor in my US history class back in high school some people gave me a worried look as if they expected me to jump out of my seat and start singing the Japanese national anthem while waving a Japanese flag. When I was in grade school (2nd grade I think??) I was at my friend’s house and she and her family were sitting down to have lunch. I was a very active child who couldn’t sit still for very long periods of time. So I opted to stand while they ate and her father insisted that I sit. I told him that I had too much energy and would prefer to stand. He responded with “I thought the Japanese were supposed to be really polite? It’s rude to stand there like that.” I do admit that standing while they ate was rude, but the way he went about getting me to sit wasn’t very tactful and I (obviously) have not forgotten that incident. I’ve been called a Jap before.
On one of my late night raids. So far I’ve determined that Max Tannone is the basis of my midnight existence.