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And now I see how it has evolved, into a
lesser injustice but still an injustice in itself, oppression cloaked in
self-serving liberalism. “The White Man’s Burden” slowly turns
into “The American burden.”
(Inspired by those US-centric people who can’t
stay their lane)
For the Filipinos who’d been called names because they
want the Filipino voice heard, this is for you guys! Don’t be discouraged to
speak up and be heard!
Note: The White Man’s Burden is a poem by Rudyard Kipling. It was used as a propaganda for the U.S. to exploit the Philippines in the 1900s.
“Take up the White Man’s burden, Send forth the best ye breed
Go bind your sons to exile, to serve your
To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild—
Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.”
They may call us “a Slavers’ Race”, “Slavery
Apologists” or whatever words they let out lightly. Don’t let their words get
to you. These are chains they put on us. These are their new labels for “half-devil
and half-child.” These are words they use to dominate over us and talk over us
with things we know better than they ever can and they ever will. Don’t let
them hold you captive. Don’t let them hold you back. Your voice is important.
Your voice needs to be heard.
“Take up the White Man’s burden, In patience to
To veil the threat of terror And check the show
By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain
To seek another’s profit, And work another’s gain.”
They may tell you that this is for us, that this is them trying
“to seek another’s profit.” But you’ll find it in their words. It was never
about us for them. It was never about us trying to find our culture, the very one
they’ve robbed us of. At the end of the day, they just clean the hands of White
oppressors so they feel better about themselves or they change its course to
talk about black people, at the expense of our own voice, our own struggles.
When you hear them say it is for the Filipino, don’t believe them. They don’t
know an inkling of what we’ve seen, what we’ve lived first hand. They can
sympathize but they can never understand. That is why we speak. That is why we
stand. Take hold of this. Take hold of what defines a Filipino. This is not
meant for their gain. This is for ours, for us to gain a better grasp of our
culture and ourselves and further both. This is for the Filipino people.
“Take up the White Man’s burden And reap his
The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye
The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:—
"Why brought he us from bondage, Our loved
They may twist your words,
tell you that it is only your bitterness towards the Americans that drives you to
speak up, that they are right and you are wrong, that theirs is the way “toward
the light.” Don’t let them. You have every right to be bitter. They’ve
benefited from America’s exploitation of the Philippines. Let their privilege
be known to them. Tell them the dimming light of this country is because of the
oppression from America and those centuries worth from colonizers, both foreign
(Spain, America, Japan) and Filipino themselves. We know better than they do how
the lights go from bad to worse. This is our roof. This is our home. It is us
who can find the light to fix our struggles. It is us who can change the lightbulb.
So speak up. Be heard. We’ve gone unnoticed and unheard for far too long. Let them know who the Filipino people really are. Let them know of our culture, of our struggles, of how tangled our society is. Let us attempt to dismantle them and build them anew, better and stronger.
Bagyo lang yung mga insulto ng mga kano at lilipas din yan. Pero yung mga bagay na matututunan natin mula sa pakikipag-usap sa kapwa nating Pilipino, tatatak yan sa puso natin habang buhay.
Can I get some headcannons for the 2p allies if they had a crush who was s/o thankful for them helping her That she offered to be a slave for them?
-He had saved you from some random muggers, and you had immediately thrown yourself into his arms. Once you voiced your offer, he shook his head and told you no. “I’m flattered, doll, but if you really wanna thank me, you can go out on a date with me.”
-You clung to him after he had saved you from that drunken pervert, and thanked him profusely. Once you made your offer, his eyes went wide for a second. “I’m not going to make you do that. Hell, I’ll settle for a date.”
-He couldn’t believe his luck. He had managed to scare off some catcallers, and now you were in his arms. But he refused your offer almost before you managed to finish your sentence. “Goodness, poppet, there’s no need for that. I’d be perfectly happy if you went out on a date with me.”
-Some guys had been following you late one night, and he’d gotten them to stop by wrapping his arm around you. Once you realized and made your offer, he went quiet for a few long moments. “Lapin, as tempting as that is, I don’t need you to do that. Just let me take you home, and you can pay me back by letting me take you out for dinner one night.”
-He’d certainly made sure that pervert wouldn’t be putting his hands on anyone else, and you were clutching his sleeve between your fingers. You made your proposal, and he pressed his finger to your lips. “Quiet. If you’re going to be mine, then it’ll be as my lover, not my slave.”
-You’d been attacked, but China had successfully run them off. You made your offer while clinging to him, and he grinned, but shook his head. “Nah, I don’t want a slave. I’d rather take you out for a little wine and dine.”
Sorry, I just have to scream this out bUT CAN I JUST SAY THE WAY YOU DRAW THE BSD CHARACTERS (ESPECIALLY CHUUYA) IS SO BEAUTIFUL??? LIKE? WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT KIND OF SKILL? DID YOU SELL YOUR SOUL FOR THAT SKILL? OR DID YOU MAKE A SACRIFICE? WELL ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART ALWAYS, THANKS FOR BLESSING US 💖✨✨👏👏👏
like i’ve been saying, so many western pocs have begun to appropriate their history and experience onto ours, that of non-westerners, which has thus resulted in the invalidation and erasure of our voices. here were two (of a handful, i am thankful to say) very important threads by america-based pocs that talk about, essentially, as mr. richardson beautifully put it, poc solidarity.
please, especially if you are a western poc, take time to read the threads here and here.