“Yellow bone, that’s what he wants”
About a month ago, Dominican musical artist DaniLeigh recently came under fire after releasing a song called “Yellow Bone,” which contained the lyric above.
She has since offered a piss-poor excuse of an apology where she claimed she was not a colorist or a racist, even though she clearly expressed colorist sentiments within her apology (“I see brown skin women flaunt their skin all the time in music, why can’t I talk about mine?”).
Sometimes, it isn’t what they say, but it’s what they don’t say. Or more specifically, it’s what they refuse to say.
People are now learning that hitting someone isn’t the only way to abuse them. Mental and emotional abuse can be just as harmful. However, there is one particular form of emotional abuse that doesn’t seem to get a lot of attention. And whatever attention it gets, it’s often mocked and dismissed immediately. I’m speaking of the silent treatment.
You’ve probably seen your annoying uncle post on Facebook regarding his wife. “She’s giving me the silent treatment again!”
This story from my father taught me that sometimes, mistakes can be powerful statements in disguise.
My father strongly disagrees with my opinion that this story is a revolutionary story, but he still gave me permission to write about it. I thought it would be appropriate to write about it during Black History Month, though my dad doesn’t think the story is appropriate at all.
My father is a Black man and a saxophone player. He met my white mother while playing in a band that was based in Southern Indiana. …
(Warning: Mention of sexual abuse)
“One for all, and all for one.”
Annoying and cliché, I know. But it’s true — the individual effects the group, and the group effects the individual. Ergo, we should strive to do good on both an individual and group basis.
However, when it comes to combating racism, it doesn’t seem like many white people grasp the “one for all” or the “do good on an individual basis” part. And if you don’t do good on an individual basis, you don’t do good for the group.
During the U.S.’s racial awakening in the summer of…
(Warning: Mention of child abuse, physical abuse)
“Happiness is a choice!”
“Quit being so negative!”
“Good vibes only!”
I’ve always wondered — why do self-professed “happy,” “positive,” and “joyous” people seem to be so judgmental of others?
I call such people “happy warriors,” and they’re everywhere.
I’ve had the above lines used against me nearly all my life. I’ve always been looked at as “negative” and “unhappy” for one reason or another. …
I used to hate salt and vinegar chips.
Their strong smell made my eyes water. Their sour taste made me shudder. Their saltiness made me cough.
They remind me of myself.
I’ve been taught I’m unpleasant, sour, aggressive, and undesirable. I was taught that so that I would silently accept abuse and dehumanization , believing I deserved it.
If I ever protested the treatment I went through, I was pretty much told to “stay salty.”
One time, when I was at the grocery store, I noticed bags of salt and vinegar chips sitting on a shelf in the chip isle…
“I could never imagine fellow Americans attacking our country!”
“This is not us! This is not America!”
“This is unbelievable! No one could have predicted this!”
Many White people exclaimed similar sentiments when Donald Trump won the 2016 presidential election.
I cynically chuckled then, too.
This isn’t to say I wasn’t shocked by Donald Trump winning. I was also shocked watching the attempted coup unfolding on January 6th, 2021. I was shocked seeing it happen, but I wasn’t surprised.
It was comparable to watching a horror movie and seeing a killer stalking behind a clueless victim. …
Haha! I have not achieved that goal, but I will.
It has been particularly difficult for me to do anything productive during the past week. It’s been a week. For everybody. Of course, I’m going to write something about it.
I just wanted to drop a line and tell all of you I’m still alive. I’m just doing a poor job creating a routine. I appreciate your patience with me. Thank you for the follows, comments, and input!
A couple of months ago, I made the mistake of getting involved in a Facebook argument. I rarely get involved in Facebook arguments because maintaining my mental health is important to me.
I saw this White man arguing against the idea that law enforcement murdering unarmed Black men is unjustified and racist. He used this popular argument based on the just-world fallacy: If a person isn’t breaking the law, then the police won’t do anything to them. If the police did brutalize or kill someone, then that person must have been breaking the law.
Judging by how flippantly this guy…