No for real. It’s the last day of school and you’re at a party with some friends and you’re signing each other’s clothes and bodies and having a good time, taking pics, commemorating your year together and yeah you’re the only poc at the party and you’re always the only fucking poc and yeah you have to deal with microaggressions daily but at least you’re being included.
Then later that night you go home and before bed you undress and go to shower to wash the marker off and you pass a mirror and you see a swastika on your head. You can’t remember who wrote what where. Which white friend thought it would be funny to watch you walk around with a swastika on your head all night without you knowing? Why didn’t any of the others tell you?
Years go by. You get away from those people, that town. You make new friends who are more like you and treat you better and get on with your life and before too long you haven’t thought about that night in years.
Then you blow up over night. Everyone knows your name. You can’t even go grocery shopping anymore. A lot of people love you but a lot of people hate you, and they want you to know it. They scheme to ruin your life day after day after day for months. They call you slurs. They suicide bait you. They stalk your girlfriend, say horrible things about your mom and your team. None of your white co stars are standing up for you. When one finally does he’s more concerned with defending himself. You’re microaggressed even more constantly only now it’s from your employer and from people with influence in the industry who could squash your dreams like a bug.
And they make a fake insta account framing you as a racist and it does something irrevocable to your fanbase and so many of the people who claimed to be ride or die for you the day before have now, without a second thought, despite seeing who you are for months and what kind of person you are, decided it must be true without any fucking proof and they hate you and they suicide bait you and yeah eventually it gets out the account was fake but damage was done.
And then one day, a month later, you wake up and discover they’ve unburied a photo from that night and they’re now using it to accuse you of being a white supremacist and they’re already celebrating your downfall and sure not everyone believes you’re a white supremacist but they once again, without proof, think you’re to blame.
You must have accepted it because you were being edgy. You’re basically white so of course you’re a little racist. It’s almost, for some reason, like they want to believe this about you. You, a moc, who has faced several lifetime’s worth of racism in a handful of months and people are angrier at you for that pic and hate you for it more than they have ever fucking been angry at or hated the people who have been being heinously racist to you for the last six months. They think worse of you than the white kid who drew it on you.
And this won’t even be the end of it.
