This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
So anyway, I was having this argument with my father about Martin Luther King and how his message was too conservative compared to Malcolm X’s message. My father got really angry at me. It wasn’t that he disliked Malcolm X, but his point was that Malcolm X hadn’t accomplished anything as Dr. King had.
I was kind of sarcastic and asked something like, so what did Martin Luther King accomplish other than giving his “I have a dream speech.”
Before I tell you what my father told me, I want to digress. Because at this point in our amnesiac national existence, my question pretty much reflects the national civic religion view of what Dr. King accomplished. He gave this great speech. Or some people say, “he marched.” I was so angry at Mrs. Clinton during the primaries when she said that Dr. King marched, but it was LBJ who delivered the Civil Rights Act.
At this point, I would like to remind everyone exactly what Martin Luther King did, and it wasn’t that he “marched” or gave a great speech.
My father told me with a sort of cold fury, “Dr. King ended the terror of living in the south.”
Please let this sink in and and take my word and the word of my late father on this. If you are a white person who has always lived in the U.S. and never under a brutal dictatorship, you probably don’t know what my father was talking about.
But this is what the great Dr. Martin Luther King accomplished. Not that he marched, nor that he gave speeches.
He ended the terror of living as a black person, especially in the south.
I’m guessing that most of you, especially those having come fresh from seeing The Help, may not understand what this was all about. But living in the south (and in parts of the midwest and in many ghettos of the north) was living under terrorism.
It wasn’t that black people had to use a separate drinking fountain or couldn’t sit at lunch counters, or had to sit in the back of the bus.
You really must disabuse yourself of this idea. Lunch counters and buses were crucial symbolic planes of struggle that the civil rights movement used to dramatize the issue, but the main suffering in the south did not come from our inability to drink from the same fountain, ride in the front of the bus or eat lunch at Woolworth’s.
It was that white people, mostly white men, occasionally went berserk, and grabbed random black people, usually men, and lynched them. You all know about lynching. But you may forget or not know that white people also randomly beat black people, and the black people could not fight back, for fear of even worse punishment.
This constant low level dread of atavistic violence is what kept the system running. It made life miserable, stressful and terrifying for black people.
White people also occasionally tried black people, especially black men, for crimes for which they could not conceivably be guilty. With the willing participation of white women, they often accused black men of “assault,” which could be anything from rape to not taking off one’s hat, to “reckless eyeballing.”
This is going to sound awful and perhaps a stain on my late father’s memory, but when I was little, before the civil rights movement, my father taught me many, many humiliating practices in order to prevent the random, terroristic, berserk behavior of white people. The one I remember most is that when walking down the street in New York City side by side, hand in hand with my hero-father, if a white woman approached on the same sidewalk, I was to take off my hat and walk behind my father, because he had been taught in the south that black males for some reason were supposed to walk single file in the presence of any white lady.
This was just one of many humiliating practices we were taught to prevent white people from going berserk.
I remember a huge family reunion one August with my aunts and uncles and cousins gathered around my grandparents’ vast breakfast table laden with food from the farm, and the state troopers drove up to the house with a car full of rifles and shotguns, and everyone went kind of weirdly blank. They put on the masks that black people used back then to not provoke white berserkness. My strong, valiant, self-educated, articulate uncles, whom I adored, became shuffling, Step-N-Fetchits to avoid provoking the white men. Fortunately the troopers were only looking for an escaped convict. Afterward, the women, my aunts, were furious at the humiliating performance of the men, and said so, something that even a child could understand.
This is the climate of fear that Dr. King ended.
If you didn’t get taught such things, let alone experience them, I caution you against invoking the memory of Dr. King as though he belongs exclusively to you and not primarily to African Americans.
The question is, how did Dr. King do this—and of course, he didn’t do it alone.
(Of all the other civil rights leaders who helped Dr. King end this reign of terror, I think the most under appreciated is James Farmer, who founded the Congress of Racial Equality and was a leader of nonviolent resistance, and taught the practices of nonviolent resistance.)
So what did they do?
They told us: Whatever you are most afraid of doing vis-a-vis white people, go do it. Go ahead down to city hall and try to register to vote, even if they say no, even if they take your name down.
Go ahead sit at that lunch counter. Sue the local school board. All things that most black people would have said back then, without exaggeration, were stark raving insane and would get you killed.
If we do it all together, we’ll be okay.
They made black people experience the worst of the worst, collectively, that white people could dish out, and discover that it wasn’t that bad. They taught black people how to take a beating—from the southern cops, from police dogs, from fire department hoses. They actually coached young people how to crouch, cover their heads with their arms and take the beating. They taught people how to go to jail, which terrified most decent people.
And you know what? The worst of the worst, wasn’t that bad.
Once people had been beaten, had dogs sicced on them, had fire hoses sprayed on them, and been thrown in jail, you know what happened?
These magnificent young black people began singing freedom songs in jail.
That, my friends, is what ended the terrorism of the south. Confronting your worst fears, living through it, and breaking out in a deep throated freedom song. The jailers knew they had lost when they beat the crap out of these young Negroes and the jailed, beaten young people began to sing joyously, first in one town then in another. This is what the writer, James Baldwin, captured like no other writer of the era.
Please let this sink in. It wasn’t marches or speeches. It was taking a severe beating, surviving and realizing that our fears were mostly illusory and that we were free.
Reblogging this so I can come back to it in the spring when I teach the Civil Rights Movement to my 5th graders.
Reblogging this for all the non-black people who like to quote MLK like he’s theirs.
Let’s not forget the rape of Black women by White men as another terror tactic used in the South.
I would say “ameliorated”, not “ended”. Quite a lot of this terror still goes on. There’s still reason to fear when assaulted by a racist or stopped for driving while black.
Just because I’m a public figure, just because I’m an actress, does not mean that I asked for this. It does not mean that it comes with the territory. It’s my body, and it should be my choice, and the fact that it is not my choice is absolutely disgusting. I can’t believe that we even live in that kind of world […] It is not a scandal. It is a sex crime. It is a sexual violation. It’s disgusting. The law needs to be changed, and we need to change. That’s why these web sites are responsible. Just the fact that somebody can be sexually exploited and violated, and the first thought that crosses somebody’s mind is to make a profit from it. It’s so beyond me. I just can’t imagine being that detached from humanity. I can’t imagine being that thoughtless and careless and so empty inside.
Let’s be clear on something. The fat kid’s problem isn’t being fat. It’s being HATED for being fat. It’s being targeted by everything from bullies and parents (perhaps unwittingly, because yeah, it was done to me and I was a fat kid) doing abusive things to him to get him thin to the First Lady spearheading a campaign that pushes forward the agenda to increase stigma against fat children by making sure they get labeled as being unhealthy right off the bat and assumed to be eating nothing but “junk food”.
And all the while, any thin kids who may be eating nothing but “junk food” are handwaved away, because if they’re thin they must be healthy and don’t need any nutritional intervention, right? Any fat kids who are actually getting only occasional meals and live in poverty and have dire food insecurity in their lives are assumed not even to exist or even told it might be good for them to miss meals because they’re fat.
Look at what the fuck we got in the mail this morning. Less than a month away until the dopest cookbook ever drops.
Preorder your copy now or get left behind this fall.
Don’t buy this book! This blog is run by corny white people pretending to be black by awkwardly inserting “motherfuckin” and “shit” in their recipes.
Read Thug Kitchen: A Recipe in Blackface for a breakdown of their shenanigans, including the racist commercial they released to promote this racist book under their racist brand.
If you want an actual “thug” perspective on food that’s not a total mockery and actually stands for something, consider The Hood Health Handbook, written by actual black people who actually give a fuck instead of exploiting black culture for $$$.
Oh wow, not surprised but damn!
Not sure if its more racist that we assumed black people with the word “thug”
^^^^ Nope. It’s not racist that we assumed that black people and “thug” are related. We know what words and images are projected onto us more than anyone else. I mean basically you’re saying that if we heard “hip hop culture” and thought about black people, we were being racist (towards ourselves…?) Thug, used as a third-person descriptor, more often than not = somebody black. This is a thing that we know, and pretending "well a thug could mean anyone!" is denial.
What’s DEFINITELY racist is taking watered-down appropriated AAVE and slapping it onto some recipes you wouldn’t think would get play on their own merit and calling it “thug kitchen” for profit. What’s racist is them using an image that we literally get harmed for, to once again, get dollars out of our demise. Ya’ll know this shit is minstrelsy, quit playin’.
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
"Ellen Reads Her Chinese Viewers’ Names"
Ellen mispronounces Chinese people’s names and she and her audience laugh at them cuz it’s racistly funny apparently
Ellen uses “American” interchangeably with “English”, as in, the language.
At 2:30: "This one, they didn’t even try to do American, this is just Chinese."
The comments are turned off on this video, but how was this even cleared to be aired?? Fuck you Ellen. This isn’t the first time you’ve been racist on your show.
This is why you weaboos/koreaboos/white ppl CANNOT give yourself a “japanese” or "korean" or "chinese" name for yourself (or any name from a language and culture that’s not your own). Whites take our names as jokes and we’re mocked for it in real life and in the media.
We’re constantly othered, demeaned, and fetishized. Trash like you butcher our names and turn them into racist caricatures.
Our names are precious and beautiful and meaningful in ways you can’t begin to understand. Our names are carefully crafted together by our parents/family.
You trash don’t deserve to utter our names. Fuck you.
These tweets from @OfRedAndBlue are very important.
RIGHT!!!?!?? like we’re not playing a theoretical game here, we’re talking about people’s LIVES
"When people insists I’m obligated to ‘debate’ with them I leave the conversation, bc they already have decided it’s not real."
I can’t remember if I already blogged this but I feel it so hard so who cares.
'irina is a muslim name'
it’s actually an orthodox russian name but okay
Sierra is a man.
Courtney is a lemon.
Liana is a good car. … o.0 I’m a car? When did I become a car?
FUN FACT! I did this with my real name, not my pen name and Google had nothing. Not a single suggestion. Even Google says, “I got nothing, kid. Your parents didn’t love you enough to give you a real noun for a name.”
"Jasmine is a poo."
go-by name: “carrie is a sad movie”
legal name: “caroline is awesome” aww, thanks google
"alice is a nickname for" which is boring. On the other hand, #3 is "alice is a camel" which I can get behind.
For some reason, it ignores my word order and gives me these suggestions…
"is dov a name"
"is dov a word"
"is dov a scrabble word"