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just a beaner from LA tryna make it in NYC

White people get so angry at the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people.”

I will never understand why.

Why are you so angry that you are being treated as actual human beings? You are not reduced to caricatures, but portrayed as characters. You are treated fairly, judged not by your skin tone, but by the ways that you carry yourselves, by your actions.

Why do you want to experience racism so badly? It is not fun to be mocked, dehumanized, attacked, killed, incarcerated simply for daring to exist. It is not fun to know nothing of your history or family because it was torn apart, whether through distance or death. It is not fun to hear, at every turn, comments reminding you of your lesser status as humans.

Do you really want to turn on the tv, open a magazine, watch a movie, play a video game, and not see yourself? Or, even better, to only see yourself as a criminal, as a drunk, a mocking stereotype, or as someone to be killed off? Or would you rather see fleshed out, well-written characters with lives and personalities and feelings? I know which I’d rather pick.

If I were a white person, the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people,” would be the best thing I could ever hear.

i finally put some thoughts into words // thedeathcats (via taint3ed)

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i open my eyes to the soft morning light to find myself laying naked in fetus position on a wood floor in an empty room with white walls . the summer breeze is coming thru the windows n sways the curtains made of white satin . im in a dreamlike state except i can still feel pain n my eyes are teary . time is still n memories ripple through my mind like the distorted curtains swaying in front of me . te fuistes cuando más te necisitaba .

Odysseus - DONCHRISTIAN

Dear young Black men. Sag your pants if you want to. Wear super tight skinny jeans if you want to. Wear hoodies if you want to. Wear your long locks, your dashiki, cover yourself in tattoos - yes even on your face. Wear all white. It is not true that if we dress the way that whiteness determine is the most ‘professional’ that you will be granted more freedom, more jobs, better salaries or will it keep you out of prison. The prison is full of generations of Black men who never sagged their pants at all. Black men have never made more than .74 for every dollar a white man makes extending as far back to 1970, when it was .69 and I imagine these men were not sagging their pants either.

When white people went all the way to the African continent to get out of doing work (only to turn around and call us lazy after African enslaved people have literally done all the work) and they saw us as kings, queens, farmers, artists, weavers and we were also not sagging our pants, they still began a genocide whose effects persist even today. If that was all it took, just to dress like they say, or speak like they say and only when spoken to, then don’t you think our ancestors would have tried that? And in fact many of them did, tried very hard to meet all the standards that were established, assimilated into their schools, adopted their religion, speaking their language and we still are not free. Black men get shot and murdered in suits, and sweaters, black boys in tshirts and hoodies. The way that they dress has NOTHING to do with the war that has been declared on their bodies. I applaud every Black man trying to stay alive, saying fuck you to ‪#‎respectabilitypolitics‬ with your braidup tight and the ones who hold their own in a suit and those wearing long robes. I will always fight for your right to wear whatever you please, and to have the self-determination to make your own choices about your bodies.

Kim Katrin Milan, multidisciplinary artist, activist, consultant, facilitator and educator (via allyssamilan)

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humansofnewyork:

"What do you miss most about Brazil?""I’m not sure how to say in English. Can I email you?""Just try.""In Brazil. My people. Money or no money. Still happy."

humansofnewyork:

"What do you miss most about Brazil?"
"I’m not sure how to say in English. Can I email you?"
"Just try."
"In Brazil. My people. Money or no money. Still happy."

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When students encounter teachers who see things in them that they have not yet discovered in themselves, they remember those teachers. Those teachers helped them become who that they were meant to be. These teachers didn’t train them; they educated them. Education builds character (via gjmueller)

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