Monthly Archives: November 2016

A Message to White Folks in My Life Who. Still. Don’t. Get. It.

important-messageYou are entitled to your opinions but you are not entitled to your own facts. You can believe that FB and negativity is dividing us (opinion) or you can listen to what black people are saying about the trauma we endure to be black in America (fact) and learn that there are two very different Americas. You live in one, and I live in another.

If you love someone, then you don’t minimize or marginalize their very real pain by absurdly attributing it to “negativity” or “Facebook disease”. You believe them, listen, learn, wrap your arms around them and figure out how in the hell to help them. To do otherwise is the violence that black folks keep referencing.

You have no earthly idea what I and other black folks are feeling right now. That is obvious to us from all the folks who think our pain is simply because “our candidate” lost. NO. Black America is gasping for air. We were seeking an inhaler (no matter the undesirable side effects) so that we could keep breathing while we figure out the antidote to the negative side effects of that particular inhaler. What we got instead was served notice that the rooms we live and breathe in are about to be sealed off. No air will be circulating. No air will be incoming.

Until you really raise your consciousness and wrap your mind around this, blaming my gasping and flailing (due to lack of oxygen) on Facebook and negative posts is incredibly cruel and violent to me. “Get Woke” as the saying goes or keep your distance because I’m gasping for air and you’re standing on the sidelines looking at me like I’m a freak show in a circus. And since I’m in survival mode, I’m doing everything in my power to save myself even if that means knocking you down. Get me an inhaler or go away. THIS is where Black America is right now. Let’s keep it 💯.