can we talk about the perfection of these post?
can we talk about how criticism of “white girls” is usually just a coverup for saying sexist things? and how this extends to criticisms of “white feminists” being a cover up for saying insulting things about feminists? also how things like this make me afraid to speak out in defense of minorities because im white and for some reason its not okay for white people to defend minorities? like, yeah the posts are stupid and funny and satirical but jokes like this are what make me just stand by silently because im afraid of criticism. dont fool yourself into thinking your helping anyone with crusades against white or straight or male progressives.
“One way that whites can be accountable is to stop being enablers to white supremacy by supplanting the voice of people of color with their own. We do not need white people speaking for people of color. Such talk is crass paternalism. My words do not need to be placed through a white filter in order for them to be understandable.”—Ewuare X. Osayande
(Source: bespectacledbisexual)
(Source: eyeofthetsunami)
swerve.
Ally week.
OK BAI GURL.
welp.
People (typically white) ask me what they can do to help the black cause…I just want to send them this gif and plant it in their mind over and over.
He asked me to ask him a question…anything.
I asked where this urgency was coming from.
He asked if that was my question. I paused, wanting to ask if that was my only question but afraid it was. My mind raced. I told him yes, that was my question, secretly hoping he would say I could ask more questions.
He told me he didn’t know.
My heart whispered into my soul as if it were a lie detector test and told me that was a lie. His truth was buried alongside his pride and fear, none of which would build our fortification of a relationship.
After consultation with my heart and soul, my brain finally wired a telegraph to my lips to tell him that that wasn’t an acceptable answer and if that was his answer, there was no point in asking him any questions.
I could feel the wall tumbling down from the other side of phone. Over thousands miles away, I could feel him waver, his thoughts running around in his head like marathon runners.
The rustling of his thoughts settled, like the dew after rain. He answered “I want to tell you about myself.”
Finally.
But alas, I had too many questions and decided to ask them later.
(Source: memecollection)
The realest response I’ve heard toward the usage of the n-word in a long time
(Source: wakaflockazayn)
