The villains here aren’t southern rednecks or neo-Nazi skinheads, or the so-called “alt-right”. They’re middle-class white liberals. The kind of people who read this website. The kind of people who shop at Trader Joe’s, donate to the ACLU and would have voted for Obama a third time if they could. Good people. Nice people. Your parents, probably. The thing Get Out does so well – and the thing that will rankle with some viewers – is to show how, however unintentionally, these same people can make life so hard and uncomfortable for black people. It exposes a liberal ignorance and hubris that has been allowed to fester. It’s an attitude, an arrogance which in the film leads to a horrific final solution, but in reality leads to a complacency that is just as dangerous.
sometimes i feel like i can be toxic to the people around me. i harbor so many ill, shitty feelings inside, and eventually i just pour them all onto everyone and everything surrounding me. of course i don’t mean to.. but sometimes i have no control over it. or.. over myself i guess i should say. i try to be - and stay - as positive as humanly possible, but fuck. i’m so tired. i’m tired of never having an outlet. i’m tired of being everyone else’s outlet and not being thought of in return. i don’t mean to be sad all the time but i genuinely can’t even help it. i could probably get better at attacking problems and situations as they present themselves so that i don’t always do these massive blow up things. but.. i haven’t reached that point of detachment just yet. i’m still working on me. still a work in progress. hopefully, i get better. at being a better person. soon. or someday, atleast.