Being seen helping the right people makes white people proud.
Proud like getting rebaptised the day after his beatings sent her to the hospital.
Some people you can help are
1. Good poor people, the ones who show up to 30 help wanted signs, get turned away and show up to 31 the next week.
Sick people in the hospital, dying from clean diseases, nothing thats contagious and certainly nothing caused by their own lifestyle choices.
Hungry grandmothers who put in their time mothering their own children and husbands only to be left out in the cold by their heathenly, ungrateful children.
Some people you should not be seen helping are
Any queer people, especially queer people of color or those queers who are visible in their sin. You don’t want to touch them, they might infect you and you could infect your own innocent children. Turning them away from the Lord and towards the barber for one of those alternative haircuts.
Mentally different folks. Its OK to give money to Autism Speaks, the charity that seeks to silence the ones it claims to speak for, wanting to ‘cure’ their non normative brains and to silence their different modes of thought, perception, and loved experience. It isn’t OK to give the man on the street asking for money for another bottle, to help blur out the harsh lines he has to daily endure. No that would be unacceptable.
And, certainly don’t help single, unwed , uneducated mothers. If they had wanted to have sex so bad, perhaps they should have learned safety from the schools that are not allowed to teach it, or sought help from clinics running out of funding.
What will you do if your neighbor sees you helping out the wrong people, in the wrong way?
What will they think of YOU?
What will they say about your morals and your values?
What will they exclude you from?
Will the hurl their prayers at you, like those very people you were trying to help.
Don’t throw your prayers at me like salt at a demon, my love is not demonic.
Don’t look at me angry that I need the wrong kind of help.
Don’t be angry at me when your own idle hands burn in your pockets.