Why It’s Time Black People Simply Disengage With White People In Discussing Race

Stop wasting your time, energy, brain cells, and peace of mind on arguing with people that don’t care a bit about you. Let’s just stop.

Thought For Food

I’ll start by quoting my Facebook status update from just last May:

“Dear decent white people on the interwebs,

Get your cousins.
Get your cousins, get your friends, get your fo’ folk, your aunties, your great grand uncles, your sister’s cousin baby momma’s auntie friend Sally, Jessie AND Raphael. Get your neighbor. Get your neighbor’s neighbor. Get your whoooooole neighborhood watch. Shit, get the whole damn white delegation.
GET YO PEOPLE!!!!!!

Thanks with love,
Black management”

Of course the post gave a bunch of my followers a good chuckle, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t recognize and examine the fact that it came much more from a place of frustration than levity.
I was tired…

I was tired from sacrificing a few million once perfectly healthy brain cells reading through the comment sections of race-based web articles – thread after thread, chock full of black folks trying to navigate…

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Dinner or Dignity: Expecting the Poor to Remain Moral

KINFOLK KOLLECTIVE

A few days ago my son and I went grocery shopping. As a general rule, I do not take my baby with me to grocery shop because as any mother of young children – my son turns seven next month – will tell you, a trip for groceries with the children turns into an event laden with begging, tantrums and running through the aisles. This day, however, I wanted to be close to my boy for no other reason than the fact that I adore him, so I let him tag along.

Standing in aisle 5 as my son grabbed oatmeal, an older black woman approached selecting a box of oatmeal, then looking at the price, and finally replacing it. She walked away turning back to advise me, “If you have a car, you need to go to Walmart. Their prices are way cheaper.” I started to say, “I know…

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Ain’t that bouta…

By now, you may have read the story of Kamilah Brock. If you haven’t, click here.

There are many reasons why this story is terrible and tragic and racist and sexist. Many. But that is not why I’m here today.

I’m here today because, as usual, the police have provided a bullshit scenario in an attempt to justify kidnapping, drugging, and traumatizing this woman. The story they used is so preposterous and bullshit filled that it is yet another example of how few fucks they have about justice, the truth, Black life, and public perception.

These sons of bitches claimed they detained her, tricked her into thinking she could recover her car, had her drugged and carried away to a mental health facility in an ambulance because…they didn’t believe the car was hers. Come dafuq on!

Almost every squad car in the country has a laptop in it. Assuming some still don’t, they can call dispatch to run a vehicle’s tag. They can find out your name, last known address, arrest history, whether you have outstanding warrants, previous names, credit score, blood type and browser history. I may have made those last three up (never can tell with the NSA), but you get the drift. They can find out all the pertinents either from their car or with a radio/phone call.

But they didn’t believe the car was hers.

Let’s say for the sake of argument that all the computers in the entire precinct and in each cop car crashed that day and the next several. That didn’t happen, but let’s play make-believe. This woman is a banker. She is driving not just a car, but an expensive one. At the very least she has to have the vehicle registration or proof of insurance in the vehicle with her.

But they didn’t believe the car was hers.

Just for kicks, let’s play make-believe again. So they pulled her over. Their computers do in fact work so they run her name and plates. Either one of three things will be discovered. The car is in her name, it isn’t but she hasn’t stolen it, or it’s stolen. Unless it is stolen, she is apparently authorized to be in possession of it. You hand her back whatever documentation she’s provided and go your separate ways.

But they didn’t believe the car was hers.

I could go on, but I think you get my point.

Let me tell you what this suggests to me. This suggests that cops are SOOOOO accustomed to having the support of their supervisors and fellow cops that they know they will not be questioned. No matter how ridiculous the lie. No matter how tragic the circumstance. The formula goes like this. Cop does fucked up thing, up to and including murder. Cop lies about what happened and why they did what they did. Police get the full support of the department, and the white community, especially if victim is Black. Life goes on with a minor hiccup if they are caught in the lie. Each and every time.

Now that I’ve demonstrated that there is no way they kidnapped, drugged, and traumatized this Black woman for eight damned days for the reason they put forth, I will tell you what I think happened. I think they believed this Black woman had gotten above herself. How dare she be a professional Black woman driving a car like that! She probably complained about their accusations. She was probably offended. And they felt the need to teach her a lesson. They felt the need to show her who’s really in charge.

There will probably be a cash settlement of some kind eventually. At least I hope she plans to sue. But no dollar amount will ever be enough for the indignities she suffered. And no dollar amount will prevent them from abusing their power in the future.

I’m glad she lived to tell the story though.

7 Signs of Sambo Syndrome and Coon Caping

Listen. Listen carefully. When I tell you this is a “Must Read”, that is exactly what I mean. If she didn’t come through with a good word there ain’t ever been one.

Get into this and your soul will be blessed.

KINFOLK KOLLECTIVE

Coon

You know that one uncle who’s strung out on crack but is always beating the family down that he doesn’t have a problem? Meanwhile he has four teeth and can fit through the crack in a door while it’s closed. That’s some of y’all. You show all the signs that you’re in the running for Massa’s MVP but swear you ain’t coonin’. But since I’m all about helping my people however hopeless they may seem, I’ve put together a list of the symptoms of Sambo Syndrome (aka Coon Caping) you may be ignoring:

1. When tragedy strikes the black community, your first concern is how your expressions of outrage will be received by your white friends and family.

White Tears

This one is first on the list because it’s the most common and the most severe. It’s a true sign that the Syndrome has consumed you. Never mind the fact that black…

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White Supremacy Is Frustrating

Last weekend, Black social media got together to #Blackout the internet. It started on Tumblr and quickly spread. The point was for Black people to share selfies, encourage each other, and celebrate our beauty and diversity.

White people were livid.

As if ALL media isn’t dominated by celebration of all that is white. As if in so doing, white media hasn’t created the conditions that require Black people to look to each other for validation.

The white tears flowed abundantly.

White tears

There were cries of “reverse-racism”. We were said to be too exclusive. There was an attempt to silence us with white selfies tagged #whiteout which QUICKLY became the most racist circle-jerk imaginable with confederate flags and racists insults aplenty. Of course it did.

Mind you. Black people weren’t trying to prevent white people from taking selfies. We weren’t trying to keep them from doing anything. We couldn’t if we wanted to.We were only choosing to focus on ourselves and requesting that they give us room to do that. You know, like white people have done since they first came to America. But somehow not actively including them is far worse than the many and sundry ways they have excluded us. Slavery, Jim Crow, redlining, white flight, lynching, sundown laws, the creation of ghettos, etc. These things pale in comparison to black people taking and sharing selfies all out in the open and shit.

Meanwhile, over the course of the last several days, at least 4 Black people have been murdered by police. A video showing white bros chanting about lynching niggers before allowing them into their frat surfaced.

The white response?

Silence

One “news” program said that rap music was to blame for this white fraternity, founded under the confederacy with a long white supremacist history which included the creation of their chant, even singing this song in the first place.

Really Dude?

The Black extrajudicial executions have been reported the same as every other. Black person was a threat, though unarmed. Though naked in one case. Cop shot in self-defense. Wash, rinse, repeat.

I’m so tired of being expected to show empathy and deference to a group of people who get more outraged by Black love of Black self than they do over the senseless loss of Black life. I’m tired. I’m tired of being tired.

Their “logic” is so ridiculous. Their ability to comprehend the harm they do is nonexistent. Their ability to look at their own thoughts and motivations is shallow at best. The very contradictory way they respond to Black tragedy versus Black celebration just boggles my mind.

I hope one day, and soon, Black people and all other oppressed people reach a level of consciousness that will allow us to confront anti-blackness in all its forms and unite against our common enemies. White Supremacy. Capitalism. Patriarchy. The world has to be a better place once we do.