Honky in the woodpile
Oh my goodness.
As you watch this video you will have questions – as did I. But hold those thoughts until you’ve seen the whole thing.
Now … about all the thoughts and remarks that went through our minds, dare we go there?
Dare we risk addition of another R tattoo on our forehead?
I dare. My forehead is still growing, I got room. So …
With that outta the way Lemme Summit Furya
This black woman just found out she ain’t black. Or not as black as she was raised. She used to be Black with an upper case B. Now she’s just blackish and her identity is shattered.
At 6:04 in the video she asks “are they trying to tell me I’m white?”, her voice breaks likes she’s about to cry.
At 7:30 she said she thought she was going to learn something new and interesting about herself and then says she doesn’t care and it was a waste of time and money.
Although her attitude changes a bit towards acceptance of being not all black, in the end her intentions are still to trace her African roots with seeming disregard of her European roots.
My first reaction was amusement but then I wonder did she think of herself as just black? Was her entire identity nothing more than her race?
How was this revelation not new and interesting?
Of course, the asking of those questions is a demonstration of my racism; evidence of the insulation from reality provided by my white privilege. I’m insensitive and intolerant.
And therefore these remarks:
- Now that Nia is not Black Nia is a racist.
- Now that Nia is a racist she loves Trump.
- Now Nia can’t look forward to reparation payment when Sheila Jackson gets her bill signed into law.
- Nia can’t use the N word anymore.
- Nia can’t wear corn-row braids or dreads – cultural appropriation ya know.
I asked my wife two questions just now.
First, what if she took a test and found out she wasn’t really white? Her response was apathetic at best.
Then I asked what if she found out she wasn’t really an American …
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January 22nd, 2019 under Lemme Summit Furya, Rrrrrrrrrrracist!.