Today, I had to ban–for I believe , it is now the eighth, a woman that goes by the name of CitCat (firstname.lastname@example.org
18.104.22.168. Apparently, she’s obsessed with a blog entry from last year, 10 Rules For White Women Married To Black Men. She’s a 52 year old southern white woman married to a 52 year old Black man, and apparently, in her opinion, I need to be scolded for daring to speak my mind, on MY BLOG about an issue, that if one has even a hint of intelligence, would have sensed the brevity in that article.
I’ve taken the time to address this woman about 3 times, but after it became obvious that she has some kind of issue within herself, I just began “spamming” her comments. It’s the ADULT thing to do, as opposed to going back and forth with a woman, who has gone out of her way to tell me that I’m being hateful and I need to be corrected for my candor.
Doesn’t this sound like a racist white woman who desperately needs to express her true feelings, because deep down, she can’t deal with the reality of a Black woman, having the temerity to criticize behavior in white women that many aren’t aware of, mainly, because of this incessant presumption they have, that the African American community must somehow validate them, and give them some honorary pass for marrying a Black man.
I don’t think so.
Yet again, it is another display of not only racist arrogance, but the presumption of White Privilege, that this woman feels she has a duty to scold the impudent Black woman–and put her in her place. How dare the uppity bitch not recognize her racial superiority–on MY BLOG of all things.
Damnit! Ain’t I shameful….*Rolling eyes*
So, again, it gave me great pleasure…as I checked my message inbox, to yet again, ban this woman–until she gets it: She’s not welcome here.
It’s very clear what this blog is about…and she has the right and option to go to a blog that will make her feel good about herself.
No way…now how…will I esteem her whiteness. Not one damn day!
I, for one, am not an agent-provocateur without purpose, but neither am I her personal psychiatrist–hence, the HINT to Ms. CitCat.
In general, I’d like to use this as a segue to the real heart of the issue: I’m tired of white folks who seem to think their opinion should matter to us, whether we like it or not. You see this at the grocery store, the mall, convenient store, park, or anywhere where they are congregated. It’s like…when they see a Black person, suddenly, you become their focus–and why in the hell do these people stare at people so much? Whether alone or in a group, seeing brown skinned people, brings out the anthropologist in them,thus, they now must come up to you, ambushing you when you’re reaching for the rice on aisle 4, and choosing to ask you a mundane question, you know the one: “Why do Black People…“or if your particular grocery store sells rotisserie chicken, will make a comment to you, “Boy, I don’t know about you, but the smell of that chicken…” And then, you look at them, trying to figure out, where this is gonna go. It’s always something. Another one that I have to comment on is almost juvenile in its absurdity. I love it when white chicks get upset if they buy alcohol, and the cashier doesn’t ask them for I.D. Literally, I’ve seen some get offended and want to complain to a manager because the cashier implied in their attitude that they looked old. Really?
Basically, I’m tired of the Offended White Person Syndrome lately, especially since we now have a brown man in the office. Seems like they go out of their way to “get us” however they can because they’re mad they couldn’t keep him out of office. But oh, they love to at least pretend, whey they are objecting to whatever…that they are of course, not trying to be “racial”. *Rolling eyes* And after expressing how offended they are, then, they will demand a public apology. I wish I would. They just have to inform the offender of their offended-ness, and then, give you pointers on how to be more “sensitive.” Oh, and my personal favorite, they have to over-articulate themselves when they’re angered. This is when I come alive…because…deep down, I have a wicked propulsion to tell people off, to the point, I rehearse in my mind, hypothetical situations, and plan responses in advance. I’m ready for them to explain why they feel that calling a Black person “Nigga” is not offensive–after all, WE USE IT, right? *ROLLING EYES LIKE BUCKWEAT RIGHT NOW!* Another is when you’re at lunch, and white people are at the table, for some unknown reason, they have a need to express obscure thoughts about the most mundane shit–interjecting their superiority in every single comment, as you much your cheeseburger. By the way, do any of you know who the 10th King of Germany was?
What I’m going to say here, may not seem nice to some, but it just needs to be said: Black people, like myself, are sick and tired of white folks directing their racism at us either subliminally, or the masked kind (micro-racism), then having the arrogance to play innocent, or get upset, if we don’t react to you in the way you expect. We are not responsible for your well-being and please stop assuming that we care about your lives. We are not fanatics over dogs like some of you people–We know they are not human beings! Go make a family if you’re lonely. Talk to your neighbor–whatever, just STOP BUGGING THE HELL OUT OF US!