I wanted to take this time to write you this Letter of Appreciation.
No, you didn’t misread that.
I sincerely want to thank you.
Why, you may ask?
Because, with every Black people are “better off as slaves”
tirade you launch, every time you blame African Americans for the wretchedness of our own conditions (as if the almost 400-plus year head start you gave yourselves had nothing to do with it), and every time you get down right apoplectic because you don’t want your half-Negro bed wenches to be seen with us in public – even when we’re being “good” little Negroes bowing down to the Politics of Respectability – you make it just a little bit easier for me to get my People to see the TRUTH.
And, what exactly is that truth, you may ask?
That’s simple: YOU HATE NIGGERS.
There. I said it.
You hate us. Can’t stand the sight of us.
Some of you can’t wait to ship us “Back to Africa”, with “Return to Sender” stamped on our foreheads, our so-called American citizenship – the jewel of your xenophobic crown – permanently revoked.
The problem is, it’s not that simple for you: My People are projected to contribute almost $1.5 trillion to this country’s economy by 2015, so even as you go out of your way to kill our minds and our Spirits, no other race goes out of its way to keep you rich the way ours does.
There’s also that “pesky little detail” of needing Black bodies to fill those for-profit prisons whose stock you trade on the regular (trying to figure out what all that “buying” and “selling” reminds me of…it’ll come to me later.).
So, even as you hate us, your survival depends on us.
It’s the ultimate parasite-host relationship. Or vampire-human.
Whichever metaphor you prefer.
Without us, who else would there be for you to feel superior to? While there are (arguably) some Asians who’ve succumbed to the Influenza Xenophobia, and some of my Latin Brothers and Sisters are now bringing up the rear, to be sure, nobody kisses your ass, and deals with your DISRESPECT and ABUSE the way Negroes do.
We have everybody else beat – by miles – in that department.
Though I’ve long since come to this realization, unfortunately White Supremacy – and the ginormous mind-fucking that came with it – has made getting my fellow brethren to believe me when I tell them the extent to which we are despised a most Herculean task.
I mean, even when I AM able to get my People to listen to me, they still refuse to believe your hatred for us runs that deep.
MY People believe YOU and not ME, because of the way you use your poorly conveyed, non-existent empathy to lull them into a false sense of security that almost always leaves them holding the bad end of the stick.
MY People believe YOU and not ME, because you use the words “liberal” and “Obama” as the 21st century version of “some of my best friends are Black”.
MY People believe YOU and not ME, because you somehow manage to convince them that AFRICAN AMERICANS WHO ADVOCATE AND LOOK OUT FOR THEIR OWN BEST INTERESTS are being “racist” against YOU, even when I tell them that as racism involves a power construct and dynamic that we have not ever controlled, nor does it seem we ever will control, there’s no such animal as a racist African American.
MY People believe YOU and not ME, when you tell them their only worthwhile contributions to the world occurred when your ancestors owned OURS, and that there’s NO GREATNESS or spark of genius within us that didn’t have you at its epicenter, and I tell them that’s a BALD-FACED lie.
MY People believe YOU and not ME, whenever you tell them having reverence for your history is more important than us having reverence for our own.
Most days, it’s HARD AS HELL to convince my people of the Evil that lies within your heart, and the abyss that is your soul.
So, whenever one of your White Supremacist comrades makes it too easy to see, and too hard to ignore, (here’s looking at you, Donald Sterling!), I’m thankful.
You guys did me a solid.
I OWE you one.
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