I said racism isn’t a numbers game with the context that the white anonymous asker had said they had experienced racism because they went to school with a majority of POC even though it doesn’t matter how outnumbered white people are by POC, they still hold institutional power (hello South Africa and apartheid, hello the USA).
No, white people have never suffered from racism. They created it. How can you oppress the group that created the scaffolding for racial oppression?
I sometimes use institutionalized racism and racism interchangeably. Because the difference between say, discrimination and racism is that racism is institutionalized discrimination. So the “institutionalized” part is implied in the meaning.
Lol and you know I don’t ascribe to dictionary definitions of anything as complex as oppression.
That was so well written.
on a scale of 1 to done
Add the letters in your first name using the numbers below =)
- Under 60 points= NOT TOO SEXY
- Between 61-300 points= PRETTY SEXY
- Between 301-599 points= VERY SEXY
- Over 600= THE ULTIMATE SEXIEST
- A=100 B=14 C=9 D=28 E=145 F=12
- G=3 H=10 I=200 J=100 K=114 L=100 M=25
- N=450 O=80 P=2 Q=12 R=400 S=113 T=405
- U=11 V=10 W=10 X=3 Y=210 Z=23
Don’t forget to add your name and your total!!!
"The Ultimate Sexist" my name is N-G-Y-R-A pronounce Nira, silent g
hey rebecca!! u got such a nice great song that i really recommend for everyone it’s called Who’s Loving You by the Miracles!!!!! first off, i just really love this song because it’s really sad and it talks about a very natural thought. the way I interpreted it, the song is about a guy wondering who’s loving his ex-lover, now that they’re not with each other anymore. smokey robinson is such a great songwriter, especially with this song. it makes you feel bad for him. ok enough ranting omg my favorite lyric is the core part of the song: “Don’t you know I sit around with my head hanging down, and I wonder who’s lovin’ you.” like omg!! how sad is that. i think it’s a song with a lot of human qualities :-)
I grew up listening to this song, let me take second to reflect on the impact it had on me, my sisters, my best friend, and black girls in general. I am black (African-America, colored). This song gave us a bit of closure. Think about it, you are an unmarried women with a child/ or childrens whose father of your child/children, never made the commitment to marry you, and/or never made the attempt to pay child support. You sit alone after a hard days work or just a hard day of trying to deal with social workers ( the whole welfare thing). On the radio, the silky smooth voice of Smokey Robinson let’s you know that your man is missing you. I have to tell you, this song would have brought hope to a colored girl who may have considered giving up.
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
Oh my God, you are describing my adorable and loving husband, David👫