I'm sick of that too, tbh. When is it okay to get over slavery? I know what it caused, the type of shyt it imbued in us for generations. But when does the clock on "but slavery!" run up and it's no longer a valid excuse to explain why we don't even own the cheap ass corner stores, or even own the cheap ass houses in our cheap ass neighborhoods? Does slavery stop us from working a moderate 9-5 for some time, building solid credit, and taking out a loan to open up a sandwich shop in a part of town where peoples entire rent is in the hundreds? But there's nothing. Absolutely nothing. Black people hold steadfast and refuse to take any ownership in this country they fukking built, refuse to take any pride in a land where their ancestors blood is in the dirt. Stop looking for acknowledgement, fukk acknowledgement, and acceptance, stop looking to white people for some fukking pat on the back and a ticker tape "WE'RE SORRY, nikkaS!" parade, stop waiting for people not from your world your culture to decide that your world matters. That your rights matter. That your freedom matters. That your justice matters. Stop turning a blind eye to infractions just because they resulted in injustice.
Other immigrants weren't slaves but dammit they weren't shyt either. All they did was stick together and build. You know what picture I fukking love, and is the single most American picture in my eyes that has ever been taken? That picture of the Asians on top of the storefront with the rifles during the L.A. riots. If I was asian that'd bring a fukking tear to my eye. That these people had come to this country and played by the rules, made some of their own, got some shyt they believed were theirs and were ready to kill to protect it.
How different is the lasting narrative of Katrina if during the lootings black owned business bound together and swore on their lives to protect whatever they had left?
Being black in America can suck because there is no such thing as Black America.
And that's on us. Entirely.