I went to the City Club today to hear Ta-Nehisi Coates talk about his piece on reparations. He was smart and funny and I felt so gratified to have the opportunity to hear him talk about a piece of writing that he is going to be remembered for for a long, long time.
And then during the Q&A, some old white guy stood up and came right out of the gate with, “If you ask me…” And the whole thing went straight to hell.
First of all, NO ONE ASKED YOU ANYTHING. Second, you’re going to keep talking anyway, so thanks for playing Oppression Olympics and using this as a forum to talk about how tough some white ethnic minorities had it under Stalin and how you think, in the interest of equity, Ta-Nehisi Coates should join you in seeking reparations for Ukrainians.
And then, you know, like it couldn’t get worse, Ta-Nehisi starts to give a much kinder, gentler answer than this man could ever claim to deserve and he cuts Ta-Nehisi off and says, “So, bottom line, you don’t care about white people, but we should care about you.”
It was horrifying. What is wrong with people!? Like, white people specifically. What the fuck??? A big piece of this talk was about the ways in which black people are continually silenced by a white majority who willfully discount the lived experiences of blacks to preserve their warped sense of “democracy” and “justice” and then the whole room got a living, breathing demo of that.
It’s Friday night and I’m home alone after a really stressful day that involved many trips across down to deliver pieces of paper to various offices with kind, but reserved, security staff. I’m home alone and my dad just texted me a picture of himself hanging out with a long lost friend of mine from high school, someone that I have not seen in a long, long time, someone who has spent some years in some very dark places. I was literally alone, but now I feel very stupidly and overwhelmingly figuratively alone. The time and space between now and then seems insurmountable. I cannot even say when I became this other person, so far removed from the people I grew up with. I keep staring at this photo wondering what brought them to the same place, what allowed them to recognize each other. I wonder who took this photo of them together so that it could be sent to me. I think of my friend’s kindness and patience in honoring my dad’s request to take this photo with him and I think of my dad’s kindness, how he knows I would want to know that this person is ok, if only for tonight.crying
Hi, my name is NAME. I live in PLACE, and I am a constituent of ELECTED OFFICIAL. I am calling because the police department of Ferguson, Missouri is using federally funded weapons against unarmed American citizens in a reckless, inappropriate, and unlawful manner. I am…
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One of [redacted’s co-workers] has a full rat skeleton up for grabs, any takers? Also, a cooper hawk flew into his window and died yesterday, again any takers?
Please let me know soon!
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Wondering if the rat skeleton is articulated or not. How clean is it? We can use in [our department] if in good shape. Regarding the hawk, has it been put in a freezer? It can be brought in to [redacted] who does the ornithological preparation. If she is not in, it could go into the freezer outside of her lab.