As a black woman in a white supremacist world, I can’t honestly claim that I’ve suffered any more prejudice and mistreatment from white men than I have from my own black men. Both groups seem to live bu the white man’s standards, so they both hate, degrade, exploit, and humiliate black women, fail to even acknowledge our presence. Yet when it comes to race loyalty, I always took the side of the black man–not becaues he was morally superior to the white man, but because he’s the one I give birth to, the one my womb produces.
In Africa we talk a lot about the Great White Devil, the innate evilness of the white race, but the real truth, Eternity, is that the white man and the black man are probably the same man–the world is just ruled and trampled upon by the one who got to the gun first. And unforunately, the one with the spear has been struggling at the foot of the one who got to the gun first ever since–but they’re the same man, capable of the same genius, the same goodwil, and the same inhumanity.
Neither is superior to the other.