Black Feelz Matter
A “national conversation” we will never, ever have.
Of course, there’s no “national discussion” about the plague of black males resisting arrest, even though that’s been a feature in every last one of these high-profile Race Porn cases.
That’s because at this moment in the USA, black feelings matter more than anything else. An unwarranted concern for black feelings—don’t EVER make them angry—may be the wrecking ball that obliterates this country beyond repair.
Is it worth it?
Long ago, I was robbed at gunpoint by a black guy in Center City Philly. Was also sucker-punched by a black guy in South Philly while a throng of blacks stood around, cheering. I know a white woman who was raped by a black guy in Chicago almost two years ago. I know someone here in Atlanta whose two roommates were murdered by black thugs five years ago. I strain to think of anyone I know who hasn’t had some sort of extraordinarily unpleasant encounter with a black person.
Miraculously, despite all the “racists” with whom I rub elbows in my editorial meanderings, I’ve never met anyone who’s committed a violent crime against a black person. Not once. Ever.
Something is seriously wrong with the picture that’s being painted.
The narrative has been mangled far beyond any resemblance to reality. They have diligently sculpted a rock-hard Social Gospel that preemptively rules out every possible explanation for black failure besides “racism.”
We hear that blacks built this country. I didn’t realize you were able to build the world’s sole superpower merely by picking cotton. If that’s the case, one is forced to wonder why they aren’t creating any cotton-pickin’ superpowers in sub-Saharan Africa.
We hear about the nine or so annual killings of unarmed black people by police, but never about the 5,000-8,000 annual black-on-black murders.
We hear about how blacks are supposedly “kept down” here, but never about the fact that on average, black Americans live 15 years longer than black people in Africa and make $15,000 more per year.
We hear about how the system exploits blacks. Funny, but all the stats I’ve seen suggest that they take far more from the public till than they contribute to it. Over half of black households pay no taxes at all, so exactly who’s the exploiter here?
We hear that blacks are constantly being violently terrorized by whites. We never hear the real interracial crime stats. Never.
Merely by mentioning how wildly reality clashes with the popular narrative of unending brutality against blacks, you are ostracized and unpersoned and forever banished from polite society. And the worst part is that a huge part of those doing the social lynching are other white people operating on the laughably naïve assumption that somehow their loud gestures will spare them when the witching hour comes.
I believe the current national crisis has not been caused by an undervaluation of black life but rather an unwarranted reverence for—and fear of—black people’s feelings. Despite the torrents of propaganda, there is no defamation of blacks in the media. Instead, it is constant unrealistic praise. Black Americans have received so much sympathy, they appear to be overdosing on it.
Obviously no one gives a shit about my feelings or those of any white male at this point. You’ve made that brutally clear. And yet we haven’t burned buildings over it. Maybe we’re less insecure? Maybe, despite all your efforts, we feel far less shame about our history than black people feel about theirs?
We hear all the time about black rage, but never about black shame. It’s almost as if they have nothing to be ashamed of and countless reasons to be proud.
I’ve long thought that what underlies black rage is black shame. After all, it would seem to be quite a blow to the self-esteem to have such a history of being conquered and exploited and always winding up on the bottom no matter where you go or who surrounds you. It might make one wonder why this has been so easy to do historically. It might even lead an introspective person to suspect the deficiencies might lie with themselves rather than with everyone else.
No, white boy, shut yo’ pasty pink mouth, because BLACK LIVES MATTER MORE THAN WHITE FEELINGS.
When it comes to feelings, white men face an impossible scenario—they are either presumed to not have feelings at all (because they’re monsters), or they’re mocked for expressing any feelings at all—boo-hoo-hoo, white boy, go drown in your tears. The only feeling they’re permitted to express is a deep and incurable sense of self-hatred.
Explain to me why I should care about the feelings of people who don’t care about mine. I can’t spare a single feeling for someone who wishes me dead.
I’m supposed to kowtow to a gaggle of illiterate oinking livestock who can’t tell the difference between feelings and facts.
It’s all so tiresome.
Tiresome doesn’t even BEGIN to cover it.
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