#half-black

[mogai-safespace-daederic]

Ok so a little PSA

So I’ve been called racist quite a few time and I figured y’all should just know, I’m half black. I don’t like talking about it a lot cause it brings up memories of my father leaving us but that’s why I can say the n-word(which by the way I only do around my black friends) plus I was doing a little social experiment to see what would happen if I never said I wasn’t white. (Btw. Assuming someone’s white and racist just because they never told you they weren’t is perpetuating the white default problem in today’s society)

[literary-blr]

malcom irvine // A Little Life

[helz-belz]

Growing up half-black in a country where there are so few black people was weird. I’m only just starting to process how weird.  When I went back to England, and was amazed that there were so many people with faces like mine. I was smiling at all these black faces, and they must have thought I was insane, because you don’t smile at strangers in England. I guess I’m lucky that I’m pretty white-passing, so I didn’t really have to deal with people not believing I was my mother’s daughter. It happened every now and then, but not all the time. But my hair? no one liked. My skin? I had to moisturise, and it’s only through dusty memes that I started to think “am I dusty?”. I was so detached for so long, I didn’t even tick “African” on my ethnicity forms. I would just tick “other” and put Seychelles down. And of course, they never had that come up. African, while pretty general, at least would have been on my form.  I can’t even speak the language of that side of my family. I don’t even know what their accents are, it’s such a small country.  It’s just...odd. 

[probably-not-a-turtle]

Slam poetry is the best.

[mooodindigo-blog]

I'm going to talk about something very serious right now.

So, as many of you know I am mixed race, and although I identify myself as predominantly black, I am actually more white than I am anything else. 

Here's what's interesting, the other day I was talking to my sister about race. About our race. She made an interesting point...who are we?

In all honesty, I have no clue. I have no clue as to who I am. Part of me is this very shy, sheltered, white girl. The other part of me is black. What is black? Who defines that?

Should I even have to define myself as a certain color? Actually, I do. I can say, "fuck you" all I want, but that doesn't change anything. People want -- no, need -- to put me inside this tiny little box. 

This box allows me to act a certain way, talk a certain way, eat a certain way. I know that many mixed people have the same issue: We are too black to be white, and too white to be black. And people who aren't mixed don't understand the difficulties associated with being mixed.

I am not black. What is there to be proud of? What do white people categorize me as, when I say that I'm black? They think of me as a stereotype. Want me to talk in a certain way, dress in a certain way. Wear hoops. Fight. Get pissed. Eat fucking fried chicken. Uneducated. Poor. Lowly. You don't realize it. Not at all. You don't realize that you want me to be this type of person. And sometimes I enjoy it. I find myself slipping into a culture, a stereotype, that I know nothing about. I'm ashamed of myself. And to a certain extent, I hate myself. 

And then...I am white. See, this is a struggle for me. A real one. Because, whenever I'm in a history class...or a literature class...I think I'm black. I really do. Because how can I be conceived from two peoples that felt so much hate towards each other? How can I do that? It doesn't register that I do this, but my teeth clench. My eyes get narrow. Hearing about the KKK, or the Civil War, or slavery. What if my father's ancestors contributed to that? I'm ashamed of that side of myself too.

The greedy side. The privileged side. The unforgiving side. The racist side. The "politically correct" side. The everything we've ever done wrong, but it doesn't matter because we are entitled side. Is that me? Am I that person? Because in the grand scheme of things, I am a privileged suburban white girl. I am ashamed of that too. 

Do I have any right to claim myself as black? I don't think so. But I can't escape the fact that I am mixed. And that I'll never fit in. I'll never be good enough, or work well enough for either side. 

I don't want to have to define myself.

And you know what? I cringe at that word. You know it. You know what it is. You're not allowed to say it anymore, and neither am I. Because I'm a hypocrite if I think it's acceptable.

Fuck political correctness. It's racism in disguise. It's not something we realize. Being afraid of offending face to face, but listening to white rappers say nigger like they own it. They don't. You don't. I don't. I don't like it.

And I let myself become somebody else because of it, but I like that person now. Should I be ashamed of how I act? Maybe. And there's a part of me that will feel guilty the rest of my life, because I am not like you.

I am an individual. But society does not make me an individual. They make me a stereotype. Thus, I make myself a stereotype.

In reality, I don't know who I am. And it is vulgar of you to define me. But, I let it slide. Because I don't know. And I'm trying to find out. And we're all just kids. I am who I am. And I'm proud and ashamed of the name my peoples have established for themselves. But I don't know myself yet.

This doesn't mean that you can change your attitudes. I like my friends, and I like how I interact with them. I just don't know myself. So, it's a struggle.

[william2012owls-blog]

haha c;

[highly-impatient]

kind of want to have a half-black and half-asian kid. they r too cute. when i grow up of course.

[shinobido]

Peter Parker morreu D:

Pra quem não sabe, no último gibi do Spider-Man.. Peter Parker morreu.. sei la como lol.. Agora o novo Homen-Aranha é um cara chamado Miles Morales Essa é a nova roupa do Homen-Aranha xD Achei que ficou massa..