I mean, the West enslaved my ancestors, stripped us of our names, cultures, religions, and history; and left me in the ass-out position to have my body and blood colonized because my mother just haaaad to go and fuck herself a white man. If I didn’t oppose the West in all things geopolitical, I’d be no better than the crackers that tainted me and mine.
Less a virus, and more something to utterly cut away from. There’s precious few ways for me to explain it without pissing myself off; but the neatest breakdown I can come to is that when I started questioning where the anti-Blackness I grew up with came from, it always tracked back to whiteness and its influence on my family. By now, I thoroughly resent it, and see the concept of whiteness as something that needs constant paring out.
Except in the post above you did not speak of “whiteness” (whatever that is), nor of anti-blackness. You specifically spoke of being “tainted”, because, as you put it, your “mother just haaaad to go and fuck herself a white man”. So again, I have to ask - what are you talking about? Do you consider white supremacist views to be inherent? Passed down genetically? Do you consider yourself somehow worse off than your “pure” peers, because your father is white?
Do you consider yourself somehow worse off than your “pure” peers, because your father is white?
Unironically, yes. Every day is a matter of killing the white man in my head, since I can’t centrifuge him out of my blood; and it’s his presence in my genealogy that kicks off twitter wars about whether or not I and people like me are even Black in the first place, and his ancestors that made it impossible for me to find mine.
but the neatest breakdown I can come to is that when I started questioning where the anti-Blackness I grew up with came from, it always tracked back to whiteness and its influence on my family.
I feel like “whiteness” is a settler-colonial relation predicated on anti-blackness.
I mean, the West enslaved my ancestors, stripped us of our names, cultures, religions, and history; and left me in the ass-out position to have my body and blood colonized because my mother just haaaad to go and fuck herself a white man. If I didn’t oppose the West in all things geopolitical, I’d be no better than the crackers that tainted me and mine.
Comrade, you speak as if white people are a virus or something. What are you on about?
Less a virus, and more something to utterly cut away from. There’s precious few ways for me to explain it without pissing myself off; but the neatest breakdown I can come to is that when I started questioning where the anti-Blackness I grew up with came from, it always tracked back to whiteness and its influence on my family. By now, I thoroughly resent it, and see the concept of whiteness as something that needs constant paring out.
Except in the post above you did not speak of “whiteness” (whatever that is), nor of anti-blackness. You specifically spoke of being “tainted”, because, as you put it, your “mother just haaaad to go and fuck herself a white man”. So again, I have to ask - what are you talking about? Do you consider white supremacist views to be inherent? Passed down genetically? Do you consider yourself somehow worse off than your “pure” peers, because your father is white?
Unironically, yes. Every day is a matter of killing the white man in my head, since I can’t centrifuge him out of my blood; and it’s his presence in my genealogy that kicks off twitter wars about whether or not I and people like me are even Black in the first place, and his ancestors that made it impossible for me to find mine.
I feel like “whiteness” is a settler-colonial relation predicated on anti-blackness.