One of Those Days

Maybe it was the 6am fucking migraine… my 4th in one week… but it certainly didn’t help that the first blog I read today (and immediately unsubbed from) was a race rant. By a white person that obviously doesn’t get it, want to get it, and never will get it.

If I hear one more white person say, “black people should get over it,” I’m gonna go black girl crazy. There seems to be this often unspoken belief amongst some white people that black people are still angry over slavery. Listen, everyone should feel “some kinda way” when they think of slavery. It was fucked up. It doesn’t matter who started it, who ended, who else participated, etc. It was a fucked up system that made many white people rich, that helped propel this country, literally on the backs of people that were treated like animals. Period. When you think about what happened then, and when you think about what happened to the Jews during the Holocaust, when you think about James Byrd being dragged behind a fucking truck, when you think about the murder of Matthew Shepard, when you think about any act of pure fucking evil that has occured be it in your lifetime or not, you should have a feeling about it.

White people cannot act like all black people are still pointing at slavery and saying, “This country did black people wrong.” Though, if they did, there’s not shit anyone can say in rebuttal because it’s the damn truth! They’re not lying. But the fact is that most black people in 2008 don’t have to go back 300+ years to be angry.  My grandmother is in her 80′s and I’ll be damned if I’m going to tell her to “get over it.” She still remembers what it’s like to be restricted in this country because of her skin color. When you witness your brother getting his ass beaten because he stopped to help a white woman pick up her fallen groceries, it does something to you. And fuck anyone who thinks it doesn’t. She’s supposed to “get over it” because for the last 30-40 years or so this country has made an attempt to start acting right?

Hell, Sophie is 33 and only has to go as far back as high school to remember the last time she was called a nigger, to her face. I only have to go back a few years to remember calling a local nightclub in Texas and asking about what type of music and activities went on during certain nights of the week. I was new to town and wanted an idea of what type of crowd this club attracted, what was appropriate attire, etc. I was having a nice little conversation with the manager as he explained that there was a techno night, a salsa night, and a hip-hop night… but then he warned that I might not want to come to the latter because a lot of “coloreds” attended those nights. I looked at my husband (now ex-husband), who is black and shook my head. He said later that he’d never seen the look on my face on anyone his whole life.

It was around that same time that a white man in the United States Navy told my husband, who had graduated with honors and an engineering degree from Temple University, completed Officer Candidate School and flight training at Pensacola, that he must have been accepted to fill a quota.

So, it pisses me off when I read blogs asking questions such as, “Why do black people still complain about racism when Barack Obama is doing so well?” Oooh, thank you, white people! Thank you sooo much for voting for a black man. All must be well then. Racism is over! Why didn’t somebody tell us?

That blog had hundreds of comments with a bunch of white people doing a whole bunch of, “You tell ‘em!” And I knew some of them! Kiss my ass. If you were “fortunate” enough to be born in this country, and not have to ever have wondered if you are being denied something because of what you look like or are (be it black, fat, gay, a woman, hispanic, ugly, etc.) then just thank your lucky fucking stars and move on. But don’t act like this country is so damn perfect and that there aren’t millions of people being midjudged, mistreated, discriminated against, etc., because they are black. And when it happens, don’t brush it off and tell people to “get over it.”

Ugh, one of those damn days. So much so in fact that I reserve the right to delete any fucking comment on my own damn blog that annoys me. Anyone who doesn’t like it can unsubscribe. And I absofuckinglutely mean it. In fact, I encourage it. It may help with the headaches.

Also pissing me off? The American Family Association and founder, Mr. Wildmon who apparently has nothing fucking better to do with his time than to mobolize a bunch of like-minded bigots to boycott a TV show and it’s sponsors. Why? Because it shows two men kissing! *gasp*

If you don’t agree with homosexuality for whatever reason, don’t watch the fucking show. Don’t push your agenda down my damn throat and disguise it as you trying to protect my children. You let me worry about what my child watches and understands.

If you feel that your child is too young to understand homosexuality or anything else displayed on a program then, by all means, monitor what YOUR child watches. But don’t promote your hate by suggesting others boycott the show’s sponsors and encourage people to spew your filth to the show’s creators.

Why is that these family values groups think it’s their job to decide MY values and control what’s on TV? You don’t like it, don’t fucking watch it!  The site includes a link to the kiss and warns that it’s “repulsive.” I find the website repulsive. And if you do too, I encourage you to contact the same sponsors and the show (linked at the site) and encourage them to not bow to the pressure of homophobic morons.

Click here.

Just so it’s clear, ’cause I don’t think I was very clear…

If you click that link it will take you to the asshole’s website. He has links to the show and Proctor and Gamble. He is encouraging people to contact them and threaten to not watch the show or buy the products if they don’t pull the gay scenes from their show.

If you disagree, as I do, then I’m encouraging you to contact those same people and show your support. Tell them not to back down.