Give a cracka a rope, or An ode to Jameil
Jameil has hit a homer this time.
I don't know that I have ever linked to a post from my favorite Pittsburgh News Diva/Hampton Graduate/Panthers' Fan/most consistent commenter on this blog, but she did the fool this time.
I don't tell her this, cause her head is quite big enough, but I will always be indebted to her for choosing my hometown to ply her craft.
Pittsburgh is NOT an easy place to be young, Black, female, and fabulous but she does it, and does it without talking too bad about my hometown.
I could speak on this in detail, but I would rather let her words speak instead.
allow me to examine the history of nooses a bit further. Back when
black people were forced into subservience, i.e. slavery and it's by
product, Jim Crow, nooses were as symbolic as burning crosses and
confederate flags. When you saw these, often coupled with a band of
sheet-covered men and boys, you knew they were a warning of what you
could face should you choose to continue to get out of line; doing
crazy things like trying to register people to vote or de-segregate
schools. Grown men were yanked from their beds or off of their porches
and strung up from trees in front of their families to hang until their
deaths. And this is the time you'd like to hearken? I'll pass.
Allow me to add on, though...
Some folk have suggested that this calls for a return to the civil rights movement.
Um...this is the FALLOUT from even the perception to a return to the civil rights movement.
White folk have been OFF THE CHAIN this year.
From "Nappy Headed Hoes", to "MFer, I want more Iced Tea", White folk have shown their ass, the nooses are only the ongoing cheers from the peanut gallery.
This is going to get worse before it gets better...button your chinstraps.
And if you STILL think it's funny:
I give you this:
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