i need to get out of this house
White slaves masters raped black women and turned their backs on their offspring. They are the original dead beat dads.
can you say Thomas Jefferson and everyone of his co signers of the declaration of so called independence. yeah independence for who ?
Not so fun fact: those signers were so hounded by the fact that they kept slaves that many of them bent over backwards to justify keeping slaves, including pointing out cranial structures and cultural differences. They were claiming black people to be subhuman so that they could claim they wanted freedom while still keeping slaves.
Fetishizers and racists love to argue that if you find someone sexually attractive, aesthetically pleasing, or have lust for them; you “are not racist”.
Quite the contrary, lusting someone because of a fetish means that you do not see them as human; merely a play you for your sexual fantasies. It is dehumanizing. The object of lust can easily be replaced by anyone who looks similar and their happiness is not needed as long as yours it guaranteed.
Usually when people ask how a racist can have sex with someone of another race I use this very example of the slave/master complex.
-Susie the moderator
Our nation was born in genocide when it embraced the doctrine that the original American, the Indian, was an inferior race. Even before there were large numbers of Negroes on our shore, the scar of racial hatred had already disfigured colonial society. From the sixteenth century forward, blood flowed in battles over racial supremacy. We are perhaps the only nation which tried as a matter of national policy to wipe out its indigenous population. Moreover, we elevated that tragic experience into a noble crusade. Indeed, even today we have not permitted ourselves to reject or feel remorse for this shameful episode. Our literature, our films, our drama, our folklore all exalt it. Our children are still taught to respect the violence which reduced a red-skinned people of an earlier culture into a few fragmented groups herded into impoverished reservations.
Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.
But other times…
Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.
I call it White Knuckling it.
"But the stigma of depression is that it comes with the sense that you shouldn’t have it to begin with. That it is self-indulgence or emotional incompetence rather than actual illness."
“When it’s White Knuckle Time, you will have to remind yourself to stand in the middle of the subway platform, well away from the edge.”
“There is an undertow to depression. It doesn’t take you all at once. It leaves you with some false sense that you are coping. That you are in control. That you have the shore still well in sight, until, at some point, you raise your head to find yourself all alone, battered by rough seas with absolutely no idea which way you should swim.”
in 1930 the average wages were $27,481
in 2012 the average wages were $44,321
in 1930 the average home cost $53,635
in 2013 the average home cost $289,500
in 1930 the average car cost $8,369
in 2013 the average car cost $31,352
but no you are probably right it’s just twenty-somethings being lazy