Reblogged from another author, Moorbey! #FACTS, motherduckers! 😀
Just this morning, I found myself fighting the all-too-common and sickening feeling that arises after coming across gruesome images of Black death. It is an inescapable reality of being Black in America: If we are not ourselves dying–and white supremacy ensures we always are–we are watching looped spectacles of ourselves being killed–on TV, on the internet and even in our own art.
You would think the constant presence of Black death would make indisputable the seriousness of the shit we go through, but then you’d just be wrong. White people are geniuses at trivializing our experiences, both historical and present. And one of the most persistent ways they do this is by downplaying the magnitude of chattel slavery. If it isn’t the lie that slave owners treated their slaves well, it’s arguing that other communities of people had it worst–and look at them not complaining!
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