And they don’t even think about it. Don’t talk too loud, don’t make too many requests, don’t complain too forcefully about shitty service, put up with weird ass slightly racial compliments. And sometimes we joke about it like “lol! Better not do (normal human thing) cuz then people might think we’re uncivilized niggers” but it’s a painful constricting way to live. And not a type of way of living that non-Black people will understand
The question not being asked is why do we police ourselves? Not a simple question to answer. But plenty to think on.
for people who believe that anyone who isn’t black should not say nigga, what do you expect them to do when they’re bumpin their music and rapping alone. Do you think they should skip the n-word? When they go to festivals and shows, should they not say nigga with the performer? Honest question.
Also, what’s the argument against black people who don’t believe anyone, including other black people should say nigga either?
For me, it’s more of an issue of respect. Have some decency to not boldly yell the word when there are black people around you who may or may not take offense, where or not you believe they should. What you do in your privacy, that’s on you. That’s just how I feel.
Its funny to think that there was a time when I hated my name. I was convinced that when I got old enough, I would change it and pray my mom wasn’t mad at me. “Society”, as much as I hate using that word, taught me that it was ghetto and meant to be yelled angrily. Over blurred time, I learned to love my name for its uniqueness. In essence, my mother named me, unknowingly, for the person I would become. It’s been an adventure becoming that person but there is still so much more to uncover. But I do know that I feel comfort at times when odds are completely against me, and I can attribute that to coming to terms with my name. To coming to terms with myself.
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