Same reason we can tell Rachel Dolezal who she is
but Rachel D - doesn’t have any black in her
Same reason we can tell Rachel Dolezal who she is
What are you talking about? There are SELF IDENTIFIED ADOS/black people walking around that look just like that as I'm typing this post
Divisive nikkas cannibalizing each other, you hate to see it.
Hip hop needs to take a break..we need a serious time out so we can re evaluate things..
well that mom part is pretty convienent to just bring up about your mom given i recall you saying you were caribbean before ados took off. and the pops part doesnt make even much sense shyt even you cannot even connect the dots with your "somehow" ass
and dont act like your old delusional ass was there. the shyt is on paper, documents,videos etc on hiphops early years
i dont need to adhere or intellectually submit to a mf like you just because you live in NY nikka.
She and other women like her do shyt like this because they know the BM that they lay with and the ones that want to lay with them allow it, make excuses for it, will be silent about it long as they can fukk, or think fukking with someone like them makes them feel better about their self hate issues. Period. End discussion.
Before all of this radical ambiguity, I was a black girl. I fear even saying this. The political strong arm of the multiracial movement, affectionately known as the Mulatto Nation (just "M.N." for those in the know), decreed just yesterday that those who refuse to comply with orders to embrace their many heritages will be sent on the first plane to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where, the M.N.'s minister of defense said, "they might learn the true meaning of mestizo power."
But, with all due respect to the multiracial movement, I cannot tell a lie. I was a black girl. Not your ordinary black girl, if such a thing exists. But rather, a black girl with a Wasp mother and a black-Mexican father, and a face that harkens to Andalusia, not Africa. I was born in 1970, when "black" described a people bonded not by shared complexion or hair texture but by shared history.
Not only was I black (and here I go out on a limb), but I was an enemy of the people. The mulatto people, that is. I sneered at those byproducts of miscegenation who chose to identify as mixed, not black. I thought it wishy-washy, an act of flagrant assimilation, treason, passing even.
It was my parents who made me this way. In Boston circa 1975, mixed wasn't really an option. The words "A fight, a fight, a nikka and a white!" could be heard echoing from schoolyards during recess. You were either white or black. No checking "Other." No halvsies. No in-between. Black people, being the bottom of the social totem pole in Boston, were inevitably the most accepting of difference; they were the only race to come in all colors, and so there I found myself. Sure, I found myself. Sure, I received some strange reactions from all quarters when I called myself black. But black people usually got over their initial surprise and welcomed me into the ranks. It was white folks who grew the most uncomfortable with the dissonance between the face they saw and the race they didn't. Upon learning who I was, they grew paralyzed with fear that they might have "slipped up" in my presence, that is, said something racist, not knowing there was a negro in their midst. Often, they had.
Let it be clear -- my parents' decision to raise us as black wasn't based on any one-drop rule from the days of slavery, and it certainly wasn't based on our appearance, that crude reasoning many black-identified mixed people use: if the world sees me as black, I must be black. If it had been based on appearance, my sister would have been black, my brother Mexican, and me Jewish. Instead, my parents' decision arose out of the rising black power movement, which made identifying as black not a pseudoscientific rule but a conscious choice. You told us all along that we had to call ourselves black because of this so-called one drop. Now that we don't have to anymore, we choose to. Because black is beautiful. Because black is not a burden, but a privilege.
But U.S. Rep. G. K. Butterfield, a black man who by all appearances is white, feels differently.
Butterfield, 61, grew up in a prominent black family in Wilson, N.C. Both of his parents had white forebears, "and those genes came together to produce me." He grew up on the black side of town, led civil rights marches as a young man, and to this day goes out of his way to inform people that he is certainly not white.
Butterfield has made his choice; he says let Obama do the same.
"Obama has chosen the heritage he feels comfortable with," he said. "His physical appearance is black. I don't know how he could have chosen to be any other race. Let's just say he decided to be white -- people would have laughed at him."
"You are a product of your experience. I'm a U.S. congressman, and I feel some degree of discomfort when I'm in an all-white group. We don't have the same view of the world, our experiences have been different."
The entire issue balances precariously on the "one-drop" rule, which sprang from the slaveowner habit of dropping by the slave quarters and producing brown babies. One drop of black blood meant that person, and his or her descendants, could never be a full citizen.
Today, the spectrum of skin tones among African-Americans -- even those with two black parents -- is evidence of widespread white ancestry. Also, since blacks were often light enough to pass for white, unknown numbers of white Americans today have blacks hidden in their family trees.
but Rachel D - doesn’t have any black in her
She and other women like her do shyt like this because they know the BM that they lay with and the ones that want to lay with them allow it, make excuses for it, will be silent about it long as they can fukk, or think fukking with someone like them makes them feel better about their self hate issues. Period. End discussion.
@unbolded: Yeah sure whatever, continue to make up shyt nikka
i never claimed to be Caribbean ... shyt my father side of da fam - called me YankeeBio as kid all up to my mid teens ... and a family tree was done bout 20 something years ago which traces our roots back to America, due to our last name
and my mothers side was part of the Harlem Renaissance back in da 1900’s
what u mean ... don’t act like i was there ? cause i was ... and white people didn’t help develop the culture
it’s ONLY 3 groups that hold the keys to Hip Hop Culture
everybody else is a guest in the house
- ADOS/FBA
- Black Caribbean’s
- Spanish Caribbean’s
You nikkas so exhausting with that whining and shyt. Ain’t nobody here got time to Pat your head and rub your belly. Ole warm simalac drinking ass.so, NOW .... y’all blaming BM for this
WELP .... do me a favor & give us a heads up - when BW are going start blaming BM for = Covid-19
The one drop rule is DEAD!!!!!
but what dose that have to do with Rachel D ???