Unlike white children in America, I believe that...

Unlike white children in America, I believe that we are robbed very early of the experience of just being comfortable in our skin and being children. We are made painfully aware that all that is wrong with America is because of us…we are robbers, murderers, uneducated and everything else negative that needs to be pinned somewhere. Do you think that is a drastic statement? Then where do you live? Because my niece was just called a Nigger for simply being at school. She is only 13 so I am assuming that the child that did it learned it from his/her parents. Because I am from a country where in 2012, individuals at the Republican National Convention thought it was ok to throw PEANUTS at a BLACK camerawoman…because thats how they ‘feed the animals’. Do I sound angry? Would you be?

If you are white/non-black and you think that I am being dramatic….think to yourself about what you have heard your own parents and grandparents say and imagine what it feels like to be called those names to your face. Think about the last time you were called racist, derogatory statement. Think of the last time you had to play with black barbies because they just didnt make white ones. Think of the last time that you ever had to consider or think about the color of your skin before taking certain actions. Don’t worry….I’ll wait……

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-The Day You Learn You Were Black via Chocolate Gringa (via baconinabucket)

yes. the first time i was called a nigger i was 2. some man told my parents (an interracial couple, Black dad, white mom) get your nigger child off my yard. i learned very shortly after that through play and interactions with white students just what they thought of me through their lessons from their parents and the media and society. you can’t have a pleasant childhood full of learning, growth and exploration if you constantly have to temper your desires with what everyone else might think of you or knowing that you can’t do certain things because someone might harm you for it. my grandparents have had to intervene on playgrounds because my brother and i were about to beat up just for being Black. we are robbed of true childhood in the U.S. and so are so many Black babies around the globe.

(via strugglingtobeheard)

In third grade, this poor racist boy tried to drown me. (We were at a classmate’s birthday party. The whole class was invited.) One he realized that I couldn’t swim, he started freaking out and ran for an adult. I thought that he’d calmed down, but no. Because in forth and fifth grade, he would yell and curse at me. Throw rocks and his buggers, and spit at me. At one point, he tried to break my arm as well. And he would make up a “nigger”/”negro” song, just for me. Oh, how precious and corrupted he was.

(via bakethatlinguist)

(via studies-in-ontology)