I hate that I live in a society where I have to examine everyone’s ulterior motives in order to remain safe
I am both a woman, and a black PoC
everyone is fucking suspicious to me. And you can’t blame me for that. You can’t blame me for being fucking suspicious of people that defended the murderer of a boy who wasn’t that different from me, for carrying skittles and an iced tea. You can’t blame me for being suspicious of a community that eyes me, and insults me for daring to date a white man, for daring to be seen with him.
You can’t blame me for being angry and upset that if someone is attracted to me, it is most likely out of fetishizing and exotifying people that look like me. You can’t be mad at me for being suspicious of white folk trying to “help me” because in my experience, it has never been because they’re just “nice”.
I live in a society where my chances of rape are through the roof, just for looking the way I do. I live in a society where all white men make me nervous, because I know that if they were to attack me, or if they were to harass me, my visibility is zero, and my humanity means zilch.
And this scares me.
So the next time you feel like you need to open your mouth and tell me “we’re not all like that”, I’m gonna need you to sit down. The problem isn’t those of you who “aren’t” like that, the problem is the majority of you are, and you don’t even fucking know it.
BOOM!
This is exactly what Tulpa, or Anne&Me talks about (but I’m not gonna do that now because it’s too fucking depressing).
And you cannot tell by LOOKING at someone how safe they are going to be.
You cannot even tell by talking to them.
I’ve spoken to people for years, brought up one topic, and all of a sudden all the latent racist shit came out in that one moment.
^^^^^^^^^ that exact moment, that moment in which you lose a friend of 5 years.
Between high school and college I must’ve lost at least 5 white friends I had for at least 3 years each that way.





