This photo showed up in my Facebook feed, and though I did struggle with the decision to even comment on this – to ignore it because on the most basest of levels, this shit is too stupid for words – a part of me still felt it my duty to say something about this:
When pictures like these are disseminated all over the Internet, when Black folks are publicly seen making a mockery of their own pain and of the inhumanity and indignity their Ancestors were forced to endure, it becomes easier and easier for White Supremacy to dismiss our very legitimate concerns as nothing more than simple malcontent.
When a Black woman (I use the term so very loosely) allows multiple white friends/co-workers/whatever the hell they are to be photographed with her in this way, what ground do we have to stand on when we talk about #BlackLivesMatter? What ground do we have to stand on when we talk about the evils of White Supremacy, and that pictures like these only exist because centuries of oppression and transgenerational trauma have normalized the egregious disregard for African Americans’ human rights to such an extent that even some of US think what we’ve gone through – and what we’re still going through – is a joke, though there’s nothing funny about it?
What ground do we have to stand on when we talk of the never-gone-but-almost-forgotten Slave Patrols’ (others call them police officers and sheriff’s deputies) re-ignited lust for Black blood, no matter the age, no matter the gender, and no matter the circumstance?
What ground do we have to stand on when we talk of how SICK and TIRED we are of living in a world in which people showed more compassion for a goddamned LION and some fonky-ass dogs than they did for Tamir Rice, or Sandra Bland?
We don’t have ANY ground to stand on, as long as there are Social Comfort Gals like this heifer, here, taking pictures with her “Good White People” friends, helping to undermine the already Herculean task that is the quest for African American empowerment and social justice.