Personally, I’ve been through too much mental and emotional abuse to tolerate having my mind messed with in any way, no matter the reason. With all my relationships, I insist on straightforward communication and won’t tolerate anything else.
I understand this can be intimidating to most people. There are times where I feel extremely anxious when I have to confront someone about something. My voice shakes, and I can barely get out what I want to say. …
I’ve been putting off writing this because I’m awful at introducing myself, but I’ll try.
Hello everyone! My name is Savannah, and I’m from a very small, very white, rural town located in Southern Indiana. I’m biracial, bisexual, and I live with four separate mental disorders. I somehow got a ‘BA in journalism with a double major in political science back in 2009. I play video games, read tarot cards, and sometimes take horrible photographs of random things. I’m 34-years-old and am currently living with my mother. I’m a Libra.
Nice to meet you.
See what I mean? I’m awful…
When I was in the fifth grade, there was a group of white girls who, one day, suddenly decided to tell on me for every little thing I did “wrong.” I have no idea why they were targeting me. They did this for about a week until I put a stop to it.
Keep in mind, I was the only Black student in the entire fifth grade class in a school located in a sundown town.
These white girls told on me for “talking in class” when I was asking one of my classmates to pick up a pencil I…
Usually, my answer to the question, “Do you hate white people?” is, “No, I just hate you.”
I’m snarky. I can’t help myself. Also, this question annoys me to no end.
It’s an attempt for white people to center themselves, their feelings, and their egos. It’s an attempt for them to exclude themselves from the issue of white supremacy even though they are automatically the beneficiaries of it. They don’t want to be responsible for it, even though they are.
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I have spoken about this before in this piece, which…
“You just took it wrong. I said it with an ‘-a’ at the end, not an ‘-er!’”
“You’re seeing things that are not there.”
“Nobody cares about what you say or how you feel because you’re just so negative! Not everything is about racism!”
“I have no time for your games. Stop playing the race card.”
“Maybe if you tried to fit in, you wouldn’t be discriminated against.”
“You just think everything is about race. Maybe the problem is you! Everybody else thinks so!”
These are just some of many examples of racial gaslighting other BIPOC and I continuously endure.
Note: In this article, I am referring to a specific type of racism that’s currently and formally called “color blind racism.” I am not referring to the medical condition.
“If we stop seeing color, racism wouldn’t exist!”
The lie detector test determined that was a lie, is a lie, and always will be a lie, even if you sincerely believe it.
I used to sincerely believe in Santa Claus, but my belief in him didn’t make him real.
In sociological terms, “color blindness” is the belief that skin color shouldn’t be a factor in judging a person — we should…
A nice person would never tell you if there is broccoli stuck between your teeth.
A kind person would pull you aside and quietly inform you there’s a small green tree between your incisors.
A nice person will always tell you your writing/art work/music/whatever creative project you completed is amazing.
A kind person will always tell you what they think and give you constructive criticism. Emphasis on “constructive.”
A nice person never wants to see people hurt.
A kind person sees people hurting, respects their pain, and offers support when it’s wanted and needed.
A nice person will never disagree…
I have listened to many white friends and family members rant to me about how outraged they are about racism. Since Derek Chauvin killed George Floyd, and many of them became more aware of racism and white supremacy.
It’s strange — whenever I tried to talk about my own experiences and tried to talk to them about their own white privilege, it didn’t seem like they listened to me at all. But they now want to tell me how outrageous it is our society and culture is built on white supremacy.
I have to take naps after I listen to…
Whenever I tell people, especially fellow Americans, that I can’t drive, they look at me as if I just told them I killed and ate my entire family.
After doing some calculations using a 2018 Gallup study, I found I am one of the six percent of Americans who don’t drive frequently (or at all).
In the U.S., nearly everybody drives. It’s the ultimate symbol of freedom. Those of us who can’t drive have a strange stigma attached to us. I feel like I’m seen as some sort of prisoner who committed a heinous crime. …