Trumpeteers are ignorant, hypocritical anti-intellectual trolls, and should be treated as such. At this point, the 35% or so who are truly still with him are unreachable, unworthy of being reached, and deserving of only one thing: political defeat, utter and complete without the least degree of mercy. They should be able to live their lives in the little Christo-fascist white nationalist fantasy of the mind that they inhabit…but this country does not belong to them and they cannot have it. They must lose. Period. No compromise. No power sharing. Defeat. Modernity wins, they lose. That is all.
Look at your hands for a moment. What do you see? Stop for a moment! No seriously. Pause for a moment, glance at your hands, close your eyes and take a deep breath cause it’s about to get real. What color is your skin? “Black”? “White”? “Brown”? Generally speaking, when I look at my own skin, I sometimes forget that the tone of my skin matters. I fail to realize that I am defined by the color of my own skin. When I look at my hands and see my skin I just see hands, but when other people look at my skin what do they see? It’s not that I don’t recognize who I am, but rather I don’t ever think about what my skin color means or the value that it holds. To you it might mean nothing, but what if it means everything? Let me elaborate on this.
Recently, in my Race Gender and Media class, we watched a
documentary called “White Like Me.” A documentary self-titled from the
novel written by Tim Wise, published on December 21st, 2004. To sum it up for you, Tim Wise discusses his book in this documentary speaking about what
it means to have what is known as white privilege. In other words, he speaks
about all of the things that white America fails to offer minorities in our
country. Tim speaks from everything in between The Civil Rights Movement to our
first black President. If his name didn’t give it away, it’s interesting
to note that Tim Wise is actually a white American himself; one who recognizes
his privilege of being a white straight male in America.
During his documentary, Tim asks a group of college students: “What does it feel
like to be white in America?” Think about this for a moment!
This question, that baffled the students who were asked, is asking a group
of all white students what it feels like to be white. What does it mean to have what’s considered “White” and pale skin in a country where this is an ultimate privilege. Its purpose was to make these students think about
what it really means to be who they are where they are. Most of the students
had little to no response as they all sat there repeating the question to
themselves. A question that had little to no response by them would have a
completely different reaction if it were directed to a group of minorities.
What does it mean to be Black in America? What does it mean to be Mexican in
America? What does it mean to be Middle-Eastern in America? All of these
questions have an immediate impact on all of these people.
Our society is stuck on an unconscious racial bias system, meaning we as people have built up a pattern in which we have immediate judgments about people based on the color of their skin and race. This is to say; we are a society that has been constructed to think differently about each other. Unfortunately, we are all guilty of it. Yes, including yourself, but don’t feel too bad! As Tim Wise stated:
“The answer is being color conscious. Not color-blind.” “White Like Me” is a great documentary that reassures us that white privilege is a real thing. Learning to recognize an idea as powerful as this one can be so useful within communities and divisions amongst people.
Imagine what can be accomplished with recognizing an Idea with this magnitude of influence! For a moment, when you glance at your hands again, recognize the power your skin color has over you. I hope this blog isn’t read and understood in just one way, because this is not at all my intention. However, recognizing that the color of your skin, especially when it is “White”, can actually make a difference in the same way that Tim Wise does because he recognizes this idea. It can make all the difference in the world when you choose to enlighten yourself and the world around you.
In most situations, stereotype threat affects socially marginalized groups, since they typically face more stigmatizing stereotypes that dominant groups. So black students do worse in academic settings than their abilities might otherwise indicate because of the anxiety generated as they try not to confirm racist stereotypes about black intelligence; women and girls do worse on math exams because they fear validating common stereotypes about female math ability or the lack thereof; and the elderly do less well when told they’re taking a test of memory because of a fear that they may confirm negative beliefs about their abilities in that arena.
Tim Wise “White Like Me” explaining “stereotype threat”
It is time to ban “conversion therapy” and take children away from parents who believe in it. Seriously, there are parents out there ready to adopt and love children whose birth parents are hateful fundamentalist bigots. They are entitled to their superstitions but they are not entitled to destroy children in the name of their faith. The lives of children are more important than your personal relationship with Jesus or your absurdist reading of an ancient book. Period. No exceptions.
Request: I came across your blog a couple of days ago but then lost it and ahhh found it again! I love it so much:3 so if it’s not a bother can you do an imagine where batmom helps Timmy with his first break up and it’s protective and fluff? Thank you! <3
I love Timmy 💕
Sorry if your name is Shelly oops
Thanks for the request!💕💕
You were at home, relaxing and reading a book. It was a quiet, sunny day and you were thankful to have a moment alone, away from the rough loudness of Tim and Damian arguing. Damian was out volunteering at an animal shelter and Tim was with his new girlfriend, Shelly. They had been dating for a month now and Tim really liked her. You thought she was okay from the few times you met her. She was polite enough and different from kids at his school. You had no problem with her.
You had just finished your book when Tim walked through the door. “Hey, Timmy! Why are you home so early?” You questioned, putting your book on the coffee table and turning to look at him. He ignored you, running up the stairs.
You were concerned but didn’t get up. You let him have space for a while before getting up to check on him.
You knocked on his door, concerned. “Tim? It’s me. Are you okay, baby?” You said softly. You grew even more concerned when you got no reply. “Tim, sweetie. I’m coming in.” You said gently, waiting for a few seconds before opening the door.
He’d been sat on his bed with red eyes and a sad look. Your heart broke and you walked closer, sitting on his bed and gathering him in your arms. "Do you want to talk about it?” You whispered.
He didn’t reply for a while, he just sat in your arms with his head on your shoulder. You let him sit there for a while before he looked up at you with puffy red eyes.
“Shelly broke up with me.” He croaked out. “Oh honey,” you grabbed him closer and let him cry it out. “I feel pathetic..” He whimpered.
“No honey, no no no.” You adjusted him so he could see your face. “Shelly let go of a beautiful, intelligent and bright young man today.”
He looked away, disbelieving. Your heart hurt but you were sure he felt worse. “It’s true. You’re Tim, a wise, beautiful boy. My boy.”
He looked up at you and scooted out of your arms. “Really?”
You nodded, smiling brightly. “Come on, we’ll go out and forget all about Shelly.” You got up and walked toward the door. “Get ready and meet me at the car in twenty.”
You took him all around Gotham. To his favorite cafe’s, and restaurants. You even took him for a pedicure.
It wasn’t until you got to the third Starbucks of the day (it was going to be extremely difficult to get him to sleep) that you noticed the positive changes in him.
He seemed genuinely happy, cracking a few jokes here and there and smiling widely. You were happy he was enjoying himself.
It was getting dark so you finally went home, carrying all of the shopping bags and your fourth cup of cofffee that day.
You got out of the car, ready to fall in bed and sleep. You were starting to walk upstairs when you were stopped by Tim.
“Thank you.” He smiled genuinely. “If it weren’t for you I would’ve just moped in bed all day.”
You smiled brightly. “Of course, Timmy. I’d hug you if I weren’t drowning in shopping bags.” You joked, lifting some up. He laughed and grabbed some from you.
Instead of his mind being full of thoughts of Shelly, it was instead full of thoughts of you and the amazing day you two shared.
A mother’s love and care is the perfect comort after all.
Genealogy itself is something of a privilege, coming far more easily to those of us for whom enslavement, conquest, and dispossession of our land has not been our lot. Genealogy offers a sense of belonging and connectedness to others with firm, identifiable pasts–pasts that directly trace the rise and fall of empires, and which correspond to the events we learned about in history classes, so focused were they on the narratives of European peoples. Even when we personally have no desire to affiliate with those in our past about whom we learn, simply knowing whence you came has the effect of linking you in some great chain of mutuality. It is enabling, if far from ennobling It offers a sense of psychological comfort a sense that you belong in this story known as the history of the world. It is to make real the famous words, “This land is my land."
As white reactionaries lecture black people to “just respect authority” and “do what police tell you to do,” in the wake of the brutal assault on a black student by a school resource officer in SC, let us be clear…the problem in this country is not black people disrespecting authority, it’s white people reflexively deferring to it. To respect authority just because it IS authority is a recipe for a police state. It is the kind of robotic thinking one could only indulge because of relative privilege—because that authority had rarely been deployed against you and yours. It is what slavers said, and overseers, and segregationists, and the lynch mob. In other words, blind appeals to authority are the rhetorical substance of a long and ignoble tradition of oppression. Black people will not bend to that tradition, nor should they. Nor should anybody. Authority should stop being abusive. Period.