One of the ways in which many folks in some marginalized groups manifest unconscious self-loathing is by being far crueler to members of their own group than they ever would to members of that cohort they perceive as their oppressor.
Imitation of the oppressor is, in my opinion, one of the most consistent features of Black American culture. It's the ultimate paradox: In no other circumstances do members of this community come together more loyally, fiercely, and consistently than when a member of this group is slighted, abused, or killed by the so-called oppressor. Yet, in the daily lives of this community and among one another exclusively, Black Americans are, in my opinion, the least compassionate and considerate, the most mistrustful, envious -- and envy provoking -- and combative human beings among one another than any other community in the world.
Just an observation that a recent experience has forced me to finally accept (after millions of others like it). I'd love to feel wrong about this and I'd love to know we aren't alone, but I don't think so.
Cathartic snippets and essays on the art of not always living quite as well as one had hoped.
Sunday, December 29, 2024
This Is Not the Life I Ordered - Blacks Be Blackin'
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