Nigger

I grew up in a small town right on the out skirts of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. As soon as I graduated from college I loaded as many things as I could in the back of my Geo, Prizm and got the hell out of there. Zachary is a city filled with white racist rednecks and submissive Negroes who think it's a compliment to be called an oreo. My high school principal would go around calling the white girls involved in interracial relationships a disgrace to the "white race." We voted on a black prom queen and a white prom queen. Well, they voted on it. Eventually I just stopped participating in everything. I would spend pep rallies in the library and use every opportunity I could get to challenge the authority of the teachers and principals. What was I supposed to do? I remember growing up next to this guy named Michael Kimbal. We went to elementary school, middle school and high school together and then one day in high school I pissed him off and he retaliated by calling me a nigger at a table full of black people! I was the only person who got upset. One of the other black guys at the table actually asked me why I was getting upset and why I was so "pro black." That's when I started to hate everyone. Eventually time erases those memories and their replaced by newer ones, better ones. I went to an all black college to get away from shit like that, only to find out that I couldn't relate to the people there either. Either way, it was better than being called a nigger. At least people like Michael were honest. At least he called me a nigger to my face and not behind my back. There are black people and immigrants who come to this country desperately trying to fit in with the white majority. There are white people in this country who insist they don't see race but then make comments about how whites and blacks settled in Boston at the same time but black people didn't make an effort. (I heard this tidbit of information from the living breathing incarnation of a white liberal in upstate NY!) So the images I post on my page aren't meant to perpetuate a stereotype. They are there are a reminder of things that happened only a generation before and things that are still going on today. It's not a "thing of the past" if there are people still alive to recount the events! There are shows like Flavor of Love, where the host eats fried chicken and the women walk around partially nude. A show produced and created by an all Jewish and Caucasian production team that still perpetuate these stereotypes. "I don't see race, people are people!" That's bullshit! I AM BLACK! And that goes deeper than the color of my skin. My hair is thicker, my features are more defined and there are certain cultural differences. I hate people who want to blend in with the social norm but more than that I hate people who think that just because it's white, it's allllright! So after all of this, after being called a nigger, a tar baby, and Kim's "best black friend" in high school I still manage not to be a racist. It is only a racist post on a MySpace bulletin from an old high school chum that made all of these memories bubble to the surface like vomit.