nefermaathotep:

“A white woman bakes a chocolate cake. She turns her back & her lil boy takes some chocolate and rubs it on his face, says “Look mommy, i’m black.” She slaps the shit outta him and says “Go tell your father what you did!!”He goes to his dad “Look daddy i’m black”, he took that belt & beat his ass and said “Go show your grandfather what you did!!”“Look grandpa, I’m black.” He took a switch out and beat his ass, “Now go back to your mama!!”He goes back to his mom and she says “Now what did you learn today?” and the little boy says “I learned that, I’ve been black for 5 minutes and i already hate you white motha fuckas”~Paul Mooney~


YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

nefermaathotep:

“A white woman bakes a chocolate cake. She turns her back & her lil boy takes some chocolate and rubs it on his face, says “Look mommy, i’m black.” She slaps the shit outta him and says “Go tell your father what you did!!”He goes to his dad “Look daddy i’m black”, he took that belt & beat his ass and said “Go show your grandfather what you did!!”“Look grandpa, I’m black.” He took a switch out and beat his ass, “Now go back to your mama!!”He goes back to his mom and she says “Now what did you learn today?” and the little boy says “I learned that, I’ve been black for 5 minutes and i already hate you white motha fuckas”~Paul Mooney~

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

I am always amazed when I hear white folks speak about their fear of black people, of being the victims of black violence. They may never have spoken to a black person, and certainly never been hurt by a black person, but they are convinced that their response to blackness must first and foremost be fear and dread. They too live in denial. They claim to fear that black people will hurt them even though there is no evidence which suggests that black people routinely hurt white people in this or any other culture. Despite the fact that many reported crimes are committed by black offenders, this does not happen so frequently as to suggest that all white people must fear any black person.
Now, black people are routinely assaulted and harassed by white people in white supremacist culture. This violence is condoned by the state. It is necessary for the maintenance of racial difference. Indeed, if black people have not learned our place as second-class citizens through educational institutions, we learn it by the daily assaults perpetuated by white offenders on our bodies and beings that we feel but rarely publically protest or name. Though we do not live in the same fierce conditions of racial apartheid that only recently ceased being our collective social reality, most black folks believe that if they do not conform to white-determined standards of acceptable behavior they will not survive. We live in a society where we hear about white folks killing black people to express their rage. We can identify specific incidents throughout our history in this country whether it be Emmett Till, Bensonhurst, Howard Beach, etc. We can identify rare incidents where individual black folks have randomly responded to their fear of white assault by killing. White rage is acceptable, can be both expressed and condoned, but black rage has no place and everyone knows it.
— bell hooks (via oohhcomely)
Reblogged from Chile Bye
The fact is ‘black’ has never been just there … it has always been an unstable identity, psychically, culturally and politically … something constructed, told, spoken, not simply found
Stuart Hall 

Reblogged from Black Contemporary Art

by Charles H.Traub

by Charles H.Traub

Reblogged from TALENTED TENTH

totally want to fall in love with an older woman

Back when I was young and idiotic, I, like many kids, defined myself as much by my aggressive dislikes as by my preferences. It seemed important to announce not merely that I loved the Replacements, but that I also hated the Who (whom I didn’t even hate). Dismissal was so easy, so satisfying, especially compared to defending what you love. When you are in the grip of the uncertainty and self-doubt of defining who you are, attack can be an easy escape—and hard to abandon.

Paris Review – Sadie Stein on the Things We Are Supposed to Love, Sadie Stein (via photographsonthebrain)

I think race complicates this. This argument feels very white.

theparisreview:

The Good Idea

While asleep, a man gives birth to an idea of a woman. He wakes and finds it curled comfortably against him.

He takes it in his arms and kisses it. It responds perfectly. He wallows in the feel of its round breasts, smooth thighs, soft pubic patch. Its warm breath and little sighs drive him wild. He keeps thinking the words “Drunk with passion at last.” He makes love to it. It’s the best he’s ever had.

They stay in bed all day. When the phone rings, they giggle and ignore it. They agree about everything.

In a lovely office, the man’s boss throws a fit, swears to fire the man, but cools down, reconsiders. While outside a giant hand works on a picture of the sky, finally blacks it all out, throws in a moon and stars, and goes away.

Charles Webb.

Reblogged from The Paris Review
aboutobsessions:

(c) Michael Light

aboutobsessions:

(c) Michael Light

Do you know how many nights I’ve spent twisting your English off my tongue? I do not take pride in your English. I want to stumble on my words. I want to speak with an accent so thick that it requires silence. I want you to struggle to understand me. Realize your English is not superior. Your English does not equate intelligence. Do not compliment me on how well I have accepted colonization. I do not want your pat on the back. I was forced to learn this language. I didn’t choose to. Your English disconnects me from my people. I am deaf to my own sacred language because of your English.

Your English has done nothing for me.

Reblogged from In My Hearts Purse
photographsonthebrain:

la-beaute—de-pandore:

Lee Friedlander
Nude (Madonna), 1979


madonna tho

photographsonthebrain:

la-beaute—de-pandore:

Lee Friedlander

Nude (Madonna), 1979

madonna tho

Le Petit Soldat (1963)

Le Petit Soldat (1963)