It's hard for me to feel anger at these girls when the same voices decrying their actions are, at best, silent on (and at worst, mocking) the murder of 15 year old Austin Payne by five Euphamism-Americans which happened only a few days prior.
I don't really care about the accusations of racism anymore. I really don't.
These people want me dead for no other reason than the color of my skin. It's not a sin or moral failing to recognize that.
Have you REALLY not heard of the derogatory association of monkeys with black people, in the sense that black people are not human but animals? I grew up in the South and it was pervasively known.
I think we need to build a culture that allows for forgiveness and Reconciliation rather than canceling. But this slur is actually a really painful point for our brothers and sisters. This is about ongoing lies against human dignity.
Think about it in this set, when you exist in a traumatized or victimized mentality and spend all your time looking for slights, you are going to latch onto the slights that have been thrown against you for ages. If you’ve been called monkey long enough you are going to be hyperaware to all of its use.
There was no actual slur said and the murder and violence by these people for whom agency is consistently erased by their co-ethnics and co-ideologues is a pain point of mine.
I have very little patience with the black community at this point. There are wonderful members of it, sure, many of whom I know and value. I don't hate them.
All I know is, many of them hate me, and in many situations, it's not easy to make that demarcation between “which blacks hate me, which ones don't” quickly enough to be useful.
My position is Jared Taylor's, that I'd like them to build Wakanda and want the best for them, and all I want is that reciprocation, which we consistently don't get. To them, we owe them everything, our lives even, lest we get accused of racism.
I don't know if it's genetic, or cultural, or a combo, or whatever.
I also do not care.
I do not care about them,
I do not care about their plights (whether real or imaginary),
I do not care about their emotions,
I do not care about their stories, their struggles, their triumphs, their loves, their lives.
None of it matters to me, I do not care.
I want no part in it, because I have my own life I'm trying to build, and my own family I'm trying to protect. You people want me dead. Your interests directly oppose mine, so I do not care.
It's hard for me to feel anger at these girls when the same voices decrying their actions are, at best, silent on (and at worst, mocking) the murder of 15 year old Austin Payne by five Euphamism-Americans which happened only a few days prior.
I don't really care about the accusations of racism anymore. I really don't.
These people want me dead for no other reason than the color of my skin. It's not a sin or moral failing to recognize that.
Have you REALLY not heard of the derogatory association of monkeys with black people, in the sense that black people are not human but animals? I grew up in the South and it was pervasively known.
I think we need to build a culture that allows for forgiveness and Reconciliation rather than canceling. But this slur is actually a really painful point for our brothers and sisters. This is about ongoing lies against human dignity.
I find it incredibly funny that the party of anti-racism thinks of black people whenever they hear a monkey noise. That's the point.
Think about it in this set, when you exist in a traumatized or victimized mentality and spend all your time looking for slights, you are going to latch onto the slights that have been thrown against you for ages. If you’ve been called monkey long enough you are going to be hyperaware to all of its use.
There was no actual slur said and the murder and violence by these people for whom agency is consistently erased by their co-ethnics and co-ideologues is a pain point of mine.
I have very little patience with the black community at this point. There are wonderful members of it, sure, many of whom I know and value. I don't hate them.
All I know is, many of them hate me, and in many situations, it's not easy to make that demarcation between “which blacks hate me, which ones don't” quickly enough to be useful.
My position is Jared Taylor's, that I'd like them to build Wakanda and want the best for them, and all I want is that reciprocation, which we consistently don't get. To them, we owe them everything, our lives even, lest we get accused of racism.
I don't know if it's genetic, or cultural, or a combo, or whatever.
I also do not care.
I do not care about them,
I do not care about their plights (whether real or imaginary),
I do not care about their emotions,
I do not care about their stories, their struggles, their triumphs, their loves, their lives.
None of it matters to me, I do not care.
I want no part in it, because I have my own life I'm trying to build, and my own family I'm trying to protect. You people want me dead. Your interests directly oppose mine, so I do not care.
I am, as they say, tired ya'll.