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This is what it feels like to be black in America. It sounds like the symphony of locking car doors as I traipse through a grocery store parking lot, armed with kale chips and turkey bacon. It looks like smiling when I don’t feel like it. It’s the instinct to enunciate differently, to use acceptable methods of signaling that I am safe to engage, or at least to disregard. “We wear the mask that grins and lies,” wrote the poet Paul Laurence Dunbar. I feel that mask covering my soul, never allowing me to just freely exist.

I could argue that any negative reaction to my skin is a problem for others to grapple with and of no concern to me. I’ve tried that approach before; one memorable attempt ended with me being pulled out of my car by two police officers and handcuffed for the felonious infractions of having a blown headlight and insufficient self-abasement. It is an unspoken rule that blackness’ first and most important task is to make everyone feel safe from it. We ignore this mandate at our own peril, realizing that a simple misunderstanding is a life or death proposition.

Jonathan Ferrell ran towards police seeking help after a car accident and was given a hail of bullets for his troubles. Renisha McBride went in search of a Good Samaritan after her accident and a shotgun blast answered her knock. Teenager Trayvon Martin walked home with candy and tea and was greeted by the nervous trigger finger wrapped in an adult’s gun. Jordan Davis sat in a car outside a convenience store listening to music and a man who objected to the volume cut his life short with the boom of a firearm. The principal crime all of them committed, like countless others over the centuries, was being black and not sufficiently prostrating themselves to ensure the comfort of others.
Theodore R. Johnson, “Black History Month Isn’t Making Life Better for Black Americans” (via thisiswhitehistory)

Powerful, scary but so True. Wake Up!!

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allhailtaytay:

Sonny: You give her my test. You give her the door test.

C: What’s the door test?

Sonny: Before you get out of the car, you lock both doors. You get out of the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car, take out the key, put in the lock, open the door for her. Then you let her get in, then you close the door for her. Then you walk around the back of the car and you look through the rear window. If she doesn’t reach over and lift up that button for you, so you can get in, dump her.

C: Just like that?

Sonny: Listen to me, kid, if she doesn’t reach over and lift up that button for you, so you can get in, that means she’s a selfish broad and all you’re seeing is the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and dump her fast.

- A Bronx Tale

A Bronx Tale is one of my favorite movies

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Lol I gonna do that

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fusionkelvar:

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