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Black UCLA students call out their peers for hosting a blackface frat party 

On Tuesday, UCLA’s Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity and Alpha Phi sorority co-hosted a party called “Kanye Western,” at which many students who are not black dressed in so-called “gangsta” garb and painted their faces. Their night was effectively ruined when actual black students showed up and brought up how offensive the party was. Following protests Thursday, Sigma Phi Epsilon released a statement apologizing but denied the use of blackface.

Historically accurate Reylo drabble inspired by @these-are-the-first-steps

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On a hot summer day, a fog of swarming mosquitoes descended upon the banks of the American River. The bugs buzzed in a frenzy as the sweltering heat released the sweat that drew them in, and ready to see red after sensing that salty nectar, they mercilessly attacked. One after another landed on the back of Rey’s neck, but before the pests could suck down their victory, she took them out with a mighty smack of her hand. No rest for the wicked, or for the girl who cursed them all to hell.

“Only one of us is going to be doing the takin’ around here,” the woman muttered, hunching back over.

Once Rey’s head dipped back down again, the beads of sweat hanging off her cheeks dropped into a reservoir pooled along her bandana. Across her lips, she could taste her own strain. It might have made a newer person’s stomach turn, but there wasn’t much left on her body that wasn’t grimy, filthy, and sore. In fact, the only thing faintly pure about her remained her hands.

Digging her pan into the riverbed, Rey grunted as she tried her damndest to fix that.

“C’mon, c’mon…where are you?”

Sifting through drenched sediment, she dirtied herself even while cleaning off. All throughout the morning, she worked tirelessly, meticulously. The cluttered 1849 California coast wasn’t a land for quitters, and Rey sure as heck wasn’t looking to be the first. Even when others down the river paused for lunch pails full of hardened biscuits, she only halted for flecks of metal in her pan - or at least that was her pattern before huge boots muddied up her morning.

“What in tarnation is the matter with you?” Rey growled, her head snapping up to glare dead on at the stranger.

“So sorry,” he apologized, immediately stepping back onto the riverbank. His massive hands held up in a show of surrender as his cheeks reddened to match the burgundy vest he wore under his duster. “Didn’t mean to disturb you, ma’am.”

“Well, you have a funny way of showing it.”

He blinked.

Even for someone as prickly as Rey Kenobi, it proved rather difficult to continue a fight with somebody who wasn’t fighting back. Instead of harsh words, the older handsome stranger offered the faintest smile. A pair of dimples showed up next to break down even the hardest heart, and she rolled her eyes as all the anger snuffed out of her. The tall drink of water only broadened his smile as his dark eyes got downright twinkly, and she could already size his eager behind up.

“Lemme guess,” she sighed, tugging down her bandana. “You’re just another down on his luck cowboy come to bail out some failing midwest farm.”

Tipping his hat, the stranger nodded. “Name’s Kylo, and I’m Iowa born and bred, ma’am.”

“Yep,” Rey snorted, straightened up, “and you came to find me because-”

“Because I’ve heard that you’re a gold digger!” he finished for her.

“Well, I can’t take your money when I’m in need.”

“Oh, I’d never assume that you’re a trifling friend, indeed.”

“No, I’m just a gold digger way over town-”

“That digs on me,” Kylo wistfully replied.

“What?” Rey’s eyebrows arched up in confusion.

“Er…nothing.”

Midnight marked the anniversary of the revelation of Kim, two-fathered, many-Sistered, daughter of the most fearsome Kris unto us.  Tis but the blink of a bat’s eye to a witch, but what a sinister pleasure it has been to observe her ascent into the West and her birthing of the Child of the North.  Hail Kim.  Blessed are we to share this Turn of the Wheel with thee.

We look forward to your conquering of the South and East.  Never stop taking pictures of yourself.

manilla-folder  asked:

The fraternity in UCLA that had the "blackface Kanye Western" party was not an Asian fraternity. The member of Sigma Phi Epsilon at the UCLA chapter were largely white. Idk where you got that information because in that article, it said NOTHING about Asian men so I don't know why you are saying things like this to make Asian people seem like the bad guy when your experiences don't define everyone with Asian American ancestry.

So this is about to get funny-

1) You’re totally right- I did link the wrong UC blackface party in my piece on Asian antiblackness. This is partially because there have been SO MANY blackface parties in the UC system, and also because I didn’t recheck the link properly. The party I linked was a white blackface party at UCLA and incorrectly labeled it as a “UCLA Asian frat” blackface occurrence.  I do apologize for that, as it was improperly cited.

BUT

2) Your attempts to defend Asian antiblackness by pointing that out still failed, because, as I said above, I just put the wrong link. It was an Asian fraternity at UC Irvine that did the blackface in 2013. I’ve updated the link in the original post accordingly.

Here’s a screenshot of them in all of their glory:

Quote from the correct article:

The gentlemen behind the video are members of Lambda Theta Delta, UC Irvine’s first and largest Asian Greek fraternity, and are apparently not affiliated with the APSA. In the two-minute May 2013 installs preview video, Justin T. Nguyen, Tony D. Duong and Philip Lam appear clad in their suit and tie best as they dance to Justin Timberlake’s, you guessed it, “Suit & Tie” single. Everything seems jovial and racism-free until :55, when Rainier Nanquil enters the scene as “Jay-Z.” Nanquil decided to really get into character by painting his face to match the color of Jay Z’s.

“really into character” using blackface- right.

So number one was wrong on my part, but your antiblack attempts to void my entire argument about the severe levels of antiblackness in your community with one link have failed.

So I guess my question now that I’ve debunked your point is- who exactly is “[making] Asian people seem like the bad guy”? Is it me, a black person who has been personally affected by your community’s antiblackness, or fools like the Asian guy above running around in blackface and ones like you defending them and the antiblackness in your community?

Right.

Click here for my piece on Asian antiblackness

My Culture Is Not A Costume: Love My Culture & Love My Blackness If You Want To Enjoy My Culture

to whom it may concern (or offend.) #0010

This topic comes up multiple times and it’s constantly on my mind when I’m at a party. Why? When you’re the only black person there and these white kids are playing the most ratchet music and the shock that wraps around their face when they find out you’ve never heard it. And you’re just like “well sorry I’m not overcompensating for having no culture.” Okay that’s a little mean. You in particular don’t have culture but I’m sure your European ancestors do. At these parties I see white people trying their best blaccent while posting on Facebook and Twitter with hastags like #catlivesmatter #gaylivesmatter #whiteguysmatter #someirrelevantquirkylivesmatter. And ofcourse I’m here for the free food and drinks but the blatant blackface and touching my hair without my permission isn’t appreciated. My blackness isn’t something you can use to be “edgy.” But this isn’t appreciation. You are not a nigga. I am not your nigga. We are not the same. Your use of ratchet and hood aren’t desired either because you associate that with my blackness. “What would America be like if we loved black people as much as we love black culture?” As Amandla Stenberg says in her video ‘Don’t Cash Crop My Cornrows’ “Appropriation occurs when a style leads to racist generalizations or stereotypes where it originated but is deemed as high-fashion, cool or funny when the privileged take it for themselves.“ This brings me to that godawful party that recently happened at UCLA. You know which one. The Kanye “Western” party. How clever. Do you privileged white people have nothing better to do than mock racial stereotypes for your own entertainment then distance yourself away from it when it’s broadcasted all over social media? Number one, no matter how much you convince us that you aren’t you are in fact racist. Number two, putting on blackface and perpetuating ignorant stereotypes is not appreciation. We do not appreciate it. If anything it shows us your true colors dare I say. Stop trying to convince me that you’re colorblind and that you don’t see color. That you simply judge people based off of their character because all of that is a lie. Look at the current trends that are seeping into white music. As usual people like to pull from us directly and indirectly. Most of the time it’s stealing. Put a white face on it and it’s proclaimed safe and marketable. Let’s first talk about rock n roll. A genre we invented that is now seen as niche when someone of color is expressing themselves within that genre. Why has it become so white centric? Because white men won’t let us have anything therefore once again a part of our culture has been stolen so someone of the beige descent can seem edgy. One of the greatest success stories of stealing and often credited as the “inventor” (major eye roll) of rock n roll is the all American caucasian legend himself Elvis. Yes, I will admit I fucking love his music but I’m not blind or ignorant to where the orgins of this person’s popularity has come from. As I sit and watch my caucasian peers and musician counterparts all I can think about is when they incorporate trap music (a genre they didn’t know existed til recently) and mainstream black genres into their own creations and playlist. It doesn’t feel genuine. It feels like “hey black people are cool, I know who Aaliyah is and therefore I’m cool by association.” And yes Aaliyah isn’t trap but she was produced by two southern geniuses. If you knew this music you’d know where it comes from. You like this because you got a tumblr page and saw it on some best of list second to some white woman on SoundCloud biting that sound without acknowledging where she got that from. Not to sound like a snob and I know I do but you don’t know this music. You know this aesthetic and you’re also hella late to the party. The resurgence of trap music is a perfect example. You not knowing where Fka Twigs’ baby hair do comes from. You not knowing where twerking comes from. If you think Miley Cyrus started that trend first then you are incorrect. And this brings me to the many forms of blackface. We can talk about the wrecklessness of the current “I’m a strong black woman that don’t need no man” in a white woman or white man’s body. White people are fucking fearless. Now I’ve touched on this earlier in the one of the previous post but rolling your neck, waving your finger, popping your tongue, talking like you from the hood (knowing damn well white poverty and black poverty are completely opposite things as you are still privileged and more than likely grew up in the suburbs) and borrowing from racial stereotypes to give you what ever edge you think you may have is blackface. Dating black guys, your black best friend and your potentially mixed race children don’t give you credentials to exploit blackness. You will never experience blackness and that’s okay but you can’t be showing up to Afropunk taking in my culture playing false ally and still remain silent when my people are constantly killed and opressed solely based on the color of our skin. If you want to rep my blackness then get your ass in the trenches with us. Cry with us when we die. Fight beside us when we’re angry. Live in constant fear that you’re not safe from police brutality or racial profiling. You can cry with us and fight beside but you will never be one of us. You are still white and all you’ll always be white. Sorry but there’s no changing that. You may own everything and at one point you owned us and technically you still do but our culture isn’t your birthright. There’s a difference between cultural appropriation and cultural appreciation. Using blackness (that includes trends, music, art and etc) to perpetuate stereotypes and seem dare I say once more “edgy” without the cultural significance behind it or the history behind it then you are appropriating. You are in blackface. You’re not honoring my culture. As Jarune Uwujaren says “using someone else’s cultural symbols to satisfy a personal need for self-expression is an exercise in privilege.” There is a thin line between appreciation and appropriation. If you aren’t fetishizing my blackness and it’s culture then you’ve not crossed the line but if you are, me and Nicki are on our way. What’s good Halloween? So this Halloween be careful. If you offend me I will read you for filfth and in all of my pettiness will find ways to splatter your blackface all over media. Trick or treat? - Sincerely, white people please stop wearing dreads, dashikis and cornrows you look messy

p.s (solely for your black friend)

please stop enabling your white friends