Hmmm it's a general feeling of being safe you get from being around the men that look like you and share the same experiences as you.
Only on the internet do I encounter blk dudes talking about hesitating when others in their community are being targeted. There are some instances where I would feel obligated to assist somebody and I'm a female. If we want to be real this is less about gender and more about heart.
You either got it or you don't. If I see an evil racist terrorizing an elder, I'm don't know them but they are from my community. My lil wack ass taser coming out along with my pepper spray and a brick if I can find one. I'm calling the cops and crying and acting just as traumatized as I can. Yelling, screaming...making the biggest scene ever. I'm doing all I can to stop it. Same if that happens to a man or woman or a child.
The excuse of "I don't know them" is really just a smokescreen for deeper gender frustrations people feeling but like most things, I doubt we tryin to be that real tonight. Or maybe I'm wrong. That's just my thoughts on the matter.
Edit: Then again I hail from a long line of unhinged people. I'm the daughter of a man who heard our neighbor's house being broken into, and ran out the door in his tighty, whitey drawers yellin "FREEZE!!!!"
Or my grandmother who smushed a white bytches face so hard in a "whites only" water fountain that she broke the hoe nose and broke a blood vessel in her eye. I never knew why my grandmother lived in Pennsylvania for so long. I dunno, country folks be getting outta formation with a quickness. Certain shyt just ain't gonna go down.
Only on the internet do I encounter blk dudes talking about hesitating when others in their community are being targeted. There are some instances where I would feel obligated to assist somebody and I'm a female. If we want to be real this is less about gender and more about heart.
You either got it or you don't. If I see an evil racist terrorizing an elder, I'm don't know them but they are from my community. My lil wack ass taser coming out along with my pepper spray and a brick if I can find one. I'm calling the cops and crying and acting just as traumatized as I can. Yelling, screaming...making the biggest scene ever. I'm doing all I can to stop it. Same if that happens to a man or woman or a child.
The excuse of "I don't know them" is really just a smokescreen for deeper gender frustrations people feeling but like most things, I doubt we tryin to be that real tonight. Or maybe I'm wrong. That's just my thoughts on the matter.
Edit: Then again I hail from a long line of unhinged people. I'm the daughter of a man who heard our neighbor's house being broken into, and ran out the door in his tighty, whitey drawers yellin "FREEZE!!!!"
Or my grandmother who smushed a white bytches face so hard in a "whites only" water fountain that she broke the hoe nose and broke a blood vessel in her eye. I never knew why my grandmother lived in Pennsylvania for so long. I dunno, country folks be getting outta formation with a quickness. Certain shyt just ain't gonna go down.
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