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Sunday, October 21, 2018

Giants Don't Play Small: Glow Unaplogetically

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Wzup, Wzup, WZUP!!!! *Cues Martin theme song* It's been a hot and long minute ya'll, but ya girl is back and better than ever. I've been living, learning, loving, and growing, and I've picked up a few things along the way that I'd like to share with you. First and foremost, I learned something about myself in the past few months that I am not fond of. The beauty of growth, however, is that we have room to evolve. I learned that I have the tendency to shrink myself along with my values and belief around others in an effort to make them more comfortable and to fit in. In this new day, I realize I am a giant, and like a giant, I can't help others, fulfill my purpose, or manifest my vision by playing small in any regard.

Giant | 1. noun-an imaginary or mythical being of human form but superhuman size. 2. adj -of very great size or force; gigantic.


We've all heard the question: are you a leader or follower? Sure. On my best day, my response is: "I'm a leader all day babeee." Yet, in actuality, I have many follower moments.  When the majority of the people I surround myself with are on one wave, I conform in an effort to ride it. Typically, this phenomenon disregards my own beliefs and ethics. Recently, I found that to be bullshit. I'm too old to be getting caught up in trying to "fit in" or be like someone else. In essence, I am the shit in my own right, and I do not need any leader other than the Lord all mighty and my spirit guides. On the contrary, this brief flashback into adolescent-hood got me thinking. In what other ways have I shrunk myself?

  1. . I downplay my talents and ideas to seem less intimidating to others. This might sound crazy, but its the truth. I have been told on numerous occasions that I am too much, or too crazy, or intimidating. So, as a defense mechanism, I resolved to speak up last.
  2.  I seldom share or celebrate good news. When something positive occurs in my life, I share it with my man and keep it on lock. I don't like to share with others who are also climbing because I don't want to appear boastful.
  3. When I am complimented, I deflect the praise by sharing a flaw. Them: "Your hair is so cute!" Me: "Girl, it was only 5.99 at the beauty supply store. Nothing fancy." It's like I subconsciously believe I don't deserve love and praise. Therefore, countering compliments became my defense.
  4.  I often sought confirmation or reassurance about a move from others. A new hairdo, relationships, outfit ideas, or etc, would need to be affirmed by someone who I felt knew more than me or opinions I valued greatly. In doing this, I found my own confidence in certain decisions had dwindled.
  5. When faced with an opposing view, comment or action, I did not advocate for myself. Occasions when folks say or do hurtful things, in an effort to avoid confrontation, I turned the other cheek. Not seeking revenge or disturbing piece is a beautiful thing, until one own self-esteem is tormented.

All that was cute, but I'm a giant.

Break it down, B:

The first problem with shrinking yourself to please others or conform is who you truly are will be shrouded by a mask. After a while, you will become so used being who you think the worlds needs you to be, you forget who you are. Second, when we shrink ourselves, we forfeit the opportunity to be used by God, the universe, or to whomever you pray. Different is truly beautiful, and it is also intentional. We were all uniquely made, and evolution lives in the difference. Different is the only avenue available to generate change. Lastly, it is a true disservice to oneself not to glow unapologetically. There is absolutely no way for you to live your best happy life if you are too busy ignoring your authentic self. Otherwise, the journey we call life will run you like a treadmill. Literally, you will find yourself doing all of this cardio without a beautiful view along the way. Cut the shit.

Well, Damn, B, How do I do this?

Combat urges to shrink by:

Surround yourself with like-minded folk. As people, it is natural to have a variety of thought processes and view. However, it is possible to surround yourself with people who share the same core values and mindsets. Ask yourself, is your tribe helping you grow or bringing you down? Do they celebrate you, or make you feel meager? Also, keep in mind, iron sharpens iron. In other words, those who share the same core values and mindset can only hold you accountable and help you grow.
Focus self-realization on the love of God, the universe, or whomever you pray. Consider this. God has crafted you uniquely, so life does not get any better. God loves every part of you exactly as you are while asking for nothing in return--not even conformity. Who are we to alter what God has already solidified and deemed perfect.

Love you. Good, bad, blemishes, and highlights. Nobody is perfect, but nobody is going to love you better or more than yourself. Realize you have great qualities and flaws, and embracing them decreases the need for outside approval.

During my moments of conformity, I found myself confused, drained, and uncertain. I found myself confused about who am I as well as my cause. I felt drained by the negativity I did not attempt to combat. I felt uncertain about my current position in life. After all, if I wasn't like them, then something was wrong. Later, I realized I only felt these feelings because I was not being my true and fullest self. Yet and still, the same God, that delivered me from turmoil, is the same who loves me as I am. (1 Samuel 17:37)  .It would be a disservice to the world, for me not to glow. With that glow and be your extra self. Be so extra folks start asking how much for the extra sauce. It's a movement.

By: Britney “Bird Nefertiti” Newton is a spiritual womanist, writer, blogger, poet, and “women are made of fire” enthusiast. 

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Monday, September 17, 2018

Deadhead the Flowers of Your Dreams

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So, I'm in my new home preparing to plant some flowers. I like garden shit. It makes me feel one with the earth, but that's neither here nor there. I read the back of the seed packet and the instructions read: "deadhead flowers to foster more blooming." In true curiosity, I immediately google the term "deadhead." After all, the term sounds dangerous and counter-productive to the goal of blooming flowers, but on the contrary, I learned I need to deadhead the flowers of my own dreams and life in order to encourage more blooms.

Deadhead-verb|remove dead flower heads from a plant to encourage further blooming

Habits-noun|a settled or regular tendency or practice, especially one that is hard to give up


A flower plant's natural goal is to flower (bloom), create and set seeds, and die. It is the flow of life to do your part, reproduce, and well we all saw what happened to Mufassa. Yet, when we plant a flower garden, we ultimately wish to cultivate beautiful flowers which are aesthetically pleasing to us and adds a little light to our otherwise monotonous yards and homes. Deadheading helps gardeners to achieve the aesthetic goal, for when flower blooms begin to decay, the flower sends a signal to the root which says; "Aye man, it's over for the under. We just need to stop blooming and produce seeds now before we head to the upper room." Deadheading helps to discourage the message. In doing so, more flowers bloom instead of decaying because the plant's energy is redirected from setting seeds to creating more blooms. After learning this, I began to see many plants which had decaying parts. And I think, oh man those old parts need to be cut in order for the plant to reach its fullest potential. Then my inner spirit said,.

Break it down, B:

When our hair is not growing, the first thing our hair stylist says to us is: "you need to cut these dead-ends." And even when the new growth accrues, the dead-ends do not give them the room to shine. On one end we will have growing hair, but it is immediately stopped at the dry and brittle demon ends. The same concept applies to flowers blooms. More importantly, the same concept applies to our lives. We can be in the best of situations--bomb ass careers, bomb ass relationships, bomb ass car, bomb ass ideas, bomb ass dreams, bomb ass fill in the blank as you please. However, if there are old habits in play that discourages bloom and growth, the bomb ass whatever you please will be short-lived. And its a shame, because you--I--we deserve to bloom all year long.

So, I had to think, what dead habits do I have in the flower garden of my life and dreams that need disposing of? I can be a major procrastinator, laziness lurks within, and without getting too deep with ya'll, etc, etc. Nonetheless, these decaying habits (decaying because if it is not encouraging my growth it hinders) have to be removed.

Well, Damn, B, How do I do this?

The thing we don't talk about as it relates to habits is the replacement. We all know the traditional it takes 21 days to break a habit, or make a habit, or eat a habit, or whatever the kids are saying. Yet, in my experience, I've learned breaking a habit means nothing, if there is not a new habit to replace the old habit. For example, if one has a habit of eating unhealthy foods and decides to live more healthy, in ten days or less, the new healthy foods will get old, and those old cravings will start creeping in like decaying flower blooms. What should one do? Find a replacement. Find new healthier food options to stimulate the craving. As it relates to decaying habits, after deadheading, replace them with a tool, an alarm clock, or new habit to encourage blooms. For example, one of my decaying habits is procrastination, right. Now, I have to replace procrastination with the commitment to a schedule. In order to nurture this new habit, I took to listening to motivational sermons or speeches about grinding, growth, and serving God, so when my ten-day itch creeps in, I have a reminder of why I had to deadhead. Also, find an accountability buddy. Enlist the help of a like-minded gardener to lean on when you find yourself slipping back into old habits. Before long, you'll find yourself blooming consistently with brand new and healthy habits.

At the end of the day, this is your life. I'm writing to my unknown audience, but I need the reminder just as well. Five years from now, if we are not blooming in the way we desire for ourselves--if we are not living our dream life or enjoying our bomb ass situations, it will be no one's fault but our own. With that, consider, what habits you need to deadhead and remove from your garden? What ends do you need to clip in order to grow the mane you have always wanted to secure? Only you know. Only you can nurture the flowers of your life and dreams.

By: Britney “Bird Nefertiti” Newton is a spiritual womanist, writer, blogger, poet, and “women are made of fire” enthusiast. 
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Monday, July 23, 2018

An Argument Aagainst Killmonger and the Wokemon Who Love Him

How homie on the right ‘got out’ to become a damn traitor?

After watching Black Panther, it is safe to say we of the black society found Eric Killmonger relatable. He was handsome, smart, physically appealing, dominant and fighting for a just cause. Within Black Panther Killmonger’s character served as a poignant statement about the American black man. One who has been used, abused, thrown out, and angered by the system.
Instead of being viewed as a villain, he is thought of as the Malcolm X to T’challa’s MLK. There is a feeling of empathy surrounding his defeat and a feeling, amongst some, that more real-life members of our society need to channel some Killmonger in order to get things done. The overarching theme that consistently ruins this philosophy for me, and doesn’t endear those who love him to my heart, is the treatment of the women around him. Killmongers callous use of his partner is symptomatic of the use and systemic erasure of black women in black American society and American society at large.
The movie made it abundantly obvious that a large part of T’challa’s success was due to the core of strong women around, that supported and strengthened him. A large part of his success was his black panther suit, one made for him by his sister Shuri. A black woman.
Whenever T’challa had a serious problem he turned to the women in his life, all black. When he nearly died he was healed by those same women. They acted to temper his decision making, kept him focused and acted as his support system. Not intangible support but, physical effects in the form of scientific advances and bodies on the battlefield in the final fight.
One of the turning points in the movie was T’challa’s journey to the ancestral plane to speak with T’chaka and gain the powers of the Black Panther. This journey was aided, abetted and moderated by Black women. They created the nectar from the heart shaped plant, administered it to T’challa, prepared his body and made sure it was safe while his spirit journeyed. Part of T’challa’s strength was the women in his life who strengthened him.

The man literally drips in sexy and competent black women at all times.

Then we have Killmonger, who became exactly the colonizer he was fighting against. A man who murdered his literal partner in crime for the sheer convenience of it within the first twenty minutes of the film. He didn’t fight for her at all, he didn’t negotiate for her life, he didn’t even hesitate. He looked her in the eye and said ‘Its gonna be okay” and he didn’t mean for her. Klaue was trying to use her as leverage against him and she became dead weight to be cut free. Pro-liberation black men, in the way of Killmonger, frequently also perform this surgery to achieve liberation gains when their partners outlive their usefulness. He destroyed his own support system and spent the remainder of the movie fighting alone; a metaphor seemingly lost on the population of Killshippers.

He also burned his chances at long-term success.

The comparison of the two men, one raised and socialized in Wakanda and the other in America, by virtue of its difference in scale, points to the black woman's absence in America. This is characterized by Killmongers entire character as he is America’s byproduct.
Killmongers girlfriend, a person who aided and facilitated his goals, was not a casualty in that battle. She was not taken out by his enemies, rather he killed her himself and used her death as a stepping stone to dispatch his white enemy, Klaue. Furthermore, her death went unrecognized in the movie. Killmonger never hesitated to press his advantage. He never seemed to regret his actions and, putting sentimentality aside, never even paused to respect or acknowledge how useful she had been. We never even learned her name. This is frequently the fate of black women who are viewed as expendable by Killmonger types. Once she died, it was as if Thanos snapped his fingers, because no trace of her was left.


These men and society at large frequently use the bodies of black women as stepping stones to advancement, then erase them from history. Societally this brings to mind the stories of Saartje Bartman, Henrietta Lacks, and countless other black women used and abused in smaller and no less damaging ways.
I truly worry for black men who see nothing wrong with Killmongers actions. It means they view black women as nameless expendable fodder within the struggle that characterizes the black experience.
We as proud black people need to realize that to uplift our women is to advance ourselves.
It is beneficial to nurture women because women are nurturing. There are women who don’t nurture and men who do, which is fine. In current society, through accidental or purposeful socialization, generally, function in a more nurturing capacity compared to men. The metaphor of black society failing to nurture its women is like that of a farmer leaving the fate of his seedlings up to cruel chance, after spending weeks planting his harvest. With just a little water and care his harvest could be so great, but for some reason, he feels like the plant should be doing all the work since it's in the ground. He can argue as much as he likes, but the guy watering his soil is going to have a better haul come harvest time.

Hint: People also dry up if you neglect them long enough.

Wakanda is an imaginary society in which the men and women work in tandem for the greater and faster advancement of its people. Why don’t we as a real society aim for this ideal? Killmonger was a relatable villain, but at his core is still a problematic character and we shouldn’t be using him as the example of how to be strong, black and male, just because he was popular in a movie. Killmonger wasn’t about the advancement of the race or he would have treated ladies better, he was about the advancement of himself, and so he fought alone and burned down everything valuable behind him so that others couldn’t benefit.

Is THIS your role model???

Seriously fuck this guy.

Alisha Smith

By Alisha Smith, 
Alisha is 24-year-old recent graduate, writer, blogger, gamer, and corporate drone by day and rampant blabbermouth by night. She currently writes for Ms. Vixen and on Medium and spends her free time shamelessly pursuing her interests and avoiding other humans.

Check out more of her work here! 
@__alishamarie and also my medium page

Game developers of Color Expo: A Lady Blerd’s First Look At Heaven.

a.k.a paradise.

As I stepped through the doors of the Schomberg Center, a museum dedicated to blackness, I was greeted by a sea of beautiful natural hair in various styles and colors. I was also greeted by an array of consoles and controllers. My people. I was at The Game Developers of Color Expo, a collection of like minded-game crafting individuals. The aim of the expo was to highlight the game developers of color and how their lived experiences intersected with their style of game design.
As a black woman and gamer, the Game Developers of Color Expo was three floors of fresh air. It felt like a niche market, speaking directly to me and people I could easily identify with. Like comic con before everyone knew about it.
One panel, in particular, Activism and Politics in Game Design, immediately caught my attention. The panel was led by the creators of the game Objectif. Objectif is a game in which each of the three players is asked to identify the most attractive woman in the deck. As two players face off against one another with their respective “deck” of women, the third player, the judge, determines which lady is more attractive in each round, and must explain to the group why they chose their pick.
The objective is designed to draw attention to our arbitrary beauty and racial standards of attractiveness, something that becomes more apparent as you come across duplicates of women within the deck, differentiated only by their skin color or ancillary features.
The developers each spoke about the experiences that brought them to the intersection of politics and gaming. One story that particularly stuck out to me was As 

The Ultimate Clap Back

A game designed for three or more in which each person picks an opening insult from the draw pile, that they aim at a fellow player. This player then responds with a clap back from their hand and if the clap back is strong they’ve “won” the round. Playing ‘The Ultimate Clap back’ felt like a night with my favorite girls. The game was easy to jump into, didn’t have a long laundry list of rules, and I had a strong desire to continue playing after the demo was finished.

Here’s How it Happened

Another 3 + player card game but, with a murder mystery twist. Team Murder Squad’s addition to the expo starts off with a death. A player representing the judge holds on to ‘evidence’ cards associated with the case and the remaining two players then pick five narrative cards. The object of the game is to weave a plausible explanation for the initial death based on three of the five narrative cards picked. The most believable story wins the round. I found myself hooked on this one pretty quickly. It was simple, easy to learn, and fun. The narrative cards didn’t always create a cohesive story and this encouraged silliness within the storyline. This is the sort of analog fun that lends itself really easily to drinking games and would be a hit at parties.


From DecoyGames, Swimsanity is a multiplayer underwater shooter, playable by up to four people at once. This one was a blast in both the competitive and co-op mode, which I found surprising because PvP is not my favorite style of gameplay. The competitive mode had a quick regeneration cycle that made dying on the field feel less punishing and getting back into the action seamless. I also loved the special attack system. The controls were easy to pick up and played intuitively across systems (I played the demo on an Xbox, and am personally a PlayStation user. If you are switching consoles you still shouldn’t have a problem.)
The co-op mode is also fun, pitting you and your friends against waves of aquatic enemies, forcing you to change your attack strategy. The only drawback to the game is that the characters look pretty similar, and even though they are color-coded it is easy for the eye to lose your character on screen, especially with multiple players. This is another game that could be a huge hit with company.

Neon Kreiger Yamato

This LionPlex title was absolutely a blast to play and was coincidentally the first game I played upon entering the expo. This side-scrolling, 8-bit style throwback arcade game was very reminiscent of old-school Mega-man games and it was very intuitive to play.
There were eight unique characters to chose from, each with a different moveset and strength profile to suit different play styles. Although Neon Kreiger Yamato is a pretty basic side-scroller, the dynamics of the stage mechanics made for really interesting puzzles, all of which had a multiplicity of solvable options, limited only by the player's imagination. I remember myself and my partner running afoul of a flame-throwing robot mech at the end of the first stage and found, after getting our asses summarily handed to us, that the best way forward was to simply … skip him and head for the retractable platforms blocking the exit.
I also loved the fact that the levels were structured for single or multiplayer action from the outset, and that the game didn’t require the players to go into a special two-player area at any point in order to fully enjoy the scope of the two-player action. The two-player action was easy and seamless.
The only drawback was the developers haven’t gotten the button commands fully correct as of yet. When in-game prompts came up to explain things like blocking and special attacks, they were still optimized for the keyboard so, it was a little confusing trying to identify which buttons did what on the console controller. The prompts, however, were properly color-coded and the game is still in development. Its flaws can definitely be forgiven based on the awesome gameplay experience. I can’t wait for it to come out.
The Game Developers of Color Expo is definitely a haven for anyone who likes games and was especially welcoming for the underserved niche of women gamers of color. The expo had more than a few gems, I loved everything I got my hands on and completely lost track of time. All in all, it was a great way to spend an afternoon.

Alisha SmithBy Alisha Smith, Alisha is 24-year-old recent graduate, writer, blogger, gamer, and corporate drone by day and rampant blabbermouth by night. She currently writes for Ms. Vixen and on Medium and spends her free time shamelessly pursuing her interests and avoiding other humans.

Check out more of her work here! 
@__alishamarie and also my medium page

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Hoping To Kill Us: The Purposeful Usage Of Police As Lynching Tools By White America

Hint: black people frequently cope with trauma through humor

When Donald Trump became president, it was a dark day for everyone who wasn’t white, cisgendered and male.

Our collective social conscious holds memory of times when emboldened by similar racist leadership, white America felt no need to pretend to like black people. As individuals this may not be true but, collectively speaking, it seems pretty obvious the white social consciousness must be constantly reminded that black people are in fact … people and that #blacklivesmatter.

As we get into the meat of the second year of this racist free for all we call a presidency, we begin to notice a trend of white (usually women) doing what they do best; weaponizing their privilege against black people

hint: it wasn’t. But it was still dangerous for the black people when the police showed up

Last year 22% of the 987 people fatally dispatched by the American police were African American. This year, which we are only four months into, sees a number 387 people, dead at police hands. As of a week ago the count of those killed by police is up by 31 as compared to last year.

This begs the question: “what are the odds of dying while black during a police encounter?” 60/40? 80/20? A coin flip?

Police brutality, especially due to the efforts of black America, has been publicized in the greater American social conscious. As such it has filtered into the realm of common knowledge that black and white people have different perceptions of the police. When faced with police, people of color are disproportionately murdered with no proper cause.

At the same time this information becomes more widely known, we begin to see an uptick in white calls to the police. Contrary to popular belief this is not because white people do not understand what happens to people of color when the police are called. It is because they understand what happens to people of color when the police are called that more police are being called on people of color. It is not an accident it is a direct response to black people trying to claim larger safe spaces in the greater American social consciousness. Traditionally, as black people try to create more black spaces for themselves, white people push-back with their favorite tool since the civil war days; a good old fashioned southern lynching.

Lynching is defined as a pre-meditated extrajudicial killing by a group, most often used to characterize informal public executions to punish an alleged transgressor, or to intimidate a set of people. -Wikipedia

To call the police on innocent black people, doing nothing wrong, is to hope for a modern day American lynching. Shaun King speaks about it here.

Let’s mine 2018 for examples of this weaponized privilege.

Lolade Siyonbola, a Yale graduate student, took a nap in her dorms common room. She woke up to a 15-minute interrogation from Sarah, a white classmate, and the law enforcement officers Sarah felt the need to call because Ms. Siyonbola “looked out of place” in the building. Apparently sleeping while black warrants you a coin flip with death. Thanks, Sarah.

Remember Becky with the good hair? Say hello to Sarah with the cell phone. Maybe they’re cousins.

In April Rashon Nelson and Donte Robinson was arrested for trespassing in Starbucks. Really, they were just early for a business meeting they were having and had the gall to wait for their third partner before ordering coffee. It seems taking your fellow network contacts out for coffee while black warrants you a coin-flip with death. Thanks, Starbucks.

A golf club owner called the police on the group of black women patronizing his establishment because they wouldn’t leave quickly enough. So, paying to golf while black can net you at risk of death.

Ms. Prendergast recently called the police, who came bearing seven backup vehicles and a helicopter. Why the heavy artillery? Four black filmmakers dared to stay at an Airbnb and didn’t wave to her during their stay. So not talking to creepy strangers watching you out of house windows puts you at risk for death, or an encounter with SEAL team 6. Thanks, Ms. P.

… are the guns microphones??

These incidents have a common theme; white people viewing black people as having transgressed their physical or mental space and responding by calling the police. A more commonly known to result in the arrest or lethal takedown of people of color in punishment.

Remember our definition of lynching? When an individual is publicly extrajudicially killed to intimidate a set of people based on an alleged transgression? It’s not extrajudicial killing if you call in the justice system to do your dirty work for you, is it? This smokescreen transforms the attack into the dirty, racially powered grey area white people love to feign ignorance from. It is the reason we aren’t calling Ms. Prendergast’s 911 call what it is: an attempted lynching for daring to be black in a white space.

Like all lynchings, these 911 calls sink into the black consciousness, a poison designed to intimidate and weaken our development. They serve, as past lynchings did, to reinforce white control and keep black people in areas where whites think they belong. Much like in 2015 when Texas residents called police on black teenagers enjoying a swimming pool. They were reported as saying to the children “Go back to section 8! [housing]” The residents, after watching at least one child sustain an injury after being violently pinned to the ground, later posted signs around the pool thanking officers for ‘keeping them safe’.

Put together, these stories paint a very obvious picture of the continued systemic abuse of white power and the privileges therein. It’s not even new. Periodically, like a parasite defending itself from the separation of its host body, white society changes the sound of the conversation around racism. They do this while purposefully failing to identify themselves as its root cause.

So, within the white social consciousness, the killing of black people is fine but, as soon as we point out that the killers en-masse are white, obfuscation techniques are used to shift the conversation.

An example of one such conversation shifting smoke-screen is the #alllivesmatter movement that rose, not to champion the lives of everyone but, as a counter to the #blacklivesmatter movement. This oversaturated the American social conscious with an endless barrage of things that were currently mattering. #blacklivesmatter cannot matter if #animallivesmatter, #plantlivesmatter, #poorlivesmatter, #mylifematters. If all lives matter, your black life does not. The gentlest way to say that nothing is special is to say everything is special in its own way and we see that used here to dampen the effect of the original movement.

funny, but hurts the point.

The same can be seen of the phrase “white privilege” which is seen countered with thought pieces on “pretty privilege”, “skinny privilege”, “straight privilege” et cetera. These additional movements, while valid, serve to undermine the original point by inundating the conversation about white privilege with different types of privileges. This shifts the conversation around whiteness itself by pointing out other valuable problems, that when examined, add up to white privilege anyway.

At the height of pretty privilege is the pretty white ideal. At the height of straight privilege is the white nuclear family. At the height of skinny privilege, a sub-set of pretty privilege is the slender white ideal. Although other individual people in other ethnic groups can find themselves on the privileged side of some areas, the ideal is always whiteness.

The white ideal is white privilege.

White people systemically use this ideal as a reason to devalue black lives in America. It is so bad the black social consciousness felt the need to remind everyone that it is comprised of individual lives that matter, and shouldn’t be abused, profiled against or lynched.

The phrase “lynching” fell out of public favor for the same reason the phrase “white privilege” and #blacklivesmatter is being forced out of public opinion. They specifically point to white violence against black people.

We as a black society need to see through and obliterate these politically correct smokescreens. The Trumpian administration champions telling it like it is and black society needs to wake up and call a spade a spade. These 911 calls from white society on innocent black people are murder attempts and hopes for modern lynchings. They use the police department to murder black people because they have a sick desire to see these lynchings. They are using the same obfuscation techniques they have always used, to disguise this fact in plain sight. We should address that.

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