Warning: If you’re new here, you should know that I always include my fashion looks into my thinkpieces. I hate writing “look at my outfit” posts, so I prefer to interject my style into my posts dissecting various topics. I know it seems weird, but it’s me! Okay, carry on!
There has been a lot of racial tension in recent years, mostly precipitated by the state-sanctioned murders of black and brown people. And like most of you reading, I have gone through all of the expected emotions: outrage, sadness, fear, you name it, I’ve felt it. We’ve all felt it, in one way or another.
As a result of our now heightened state of awareness, currently, it seems that to be ‘woke’ means to exist in a state of digital outrage at every possible moment of the day.
And listen. I get it. I’ve been there. And for the last 6 or so months. this blog has become a space where I, too, have engaged in what has begun to feel like endless examples of white folks doing us wrong. Meanwhile, the narrative literally never changes. And I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to turn the channel.
Don’t get me wrong. I do believe there is power in digital activism, but there’s got to be more we can do beyond penning emotive Facebook statuses. I think we have sufficiently used our collective digital voices to wake folks up, and if you ain’t woke by now, ain’t a single new news article that’s gonna do it. Frankly, I think the focus should be shifted to uplifting our communities. The rest? The onus is on them to work all of this out. We didn’t make this mess, and cleaning it up ain’t none of my business.
Cuz here’s what’s real: I’ve been called a nigger and a monkey to my face. I was even fired from my job because I was black woman in power in a white space, and they ain’t wanna see my black a$$ win. They brought us over here 200 years ago to be slaves on their plantations. To take care of their kids. Tend their animals. Birth their babies whenever they saw fit. The intention was never for us to prosper and do well. Sure, in recent years, being an open racist has some social stigma attached, so most people know better than to expose their inherent biases, but on the whole? Ain’t nothin changed. We know this, so what’s next?
What I do know is that this blog will no longer be used as a vehicle to denounce white people white peopling, as my friend Negra With Tumbao likes to call it. This change, by the way, will come at a financial cost, as readers have a penchant for sensational race-related news and celebrity gossip. But I’m willing to take the risk, as I know God/The Universe wants more from me than talking about YSL not making foundations for black people or Usher’s dirty dick. I’ll be sharing anything and everything that sparks my interest, and sometimes, it may touch on race, but I will no longer engage in digital outrage as means to line my pockets.
How do you feel about being “outrage” being the “in” thing? Sound off below!
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