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white people, leave me alone.

You wonder why the fuck PoC don’t trust you when you’re up here trying to claim you’re anti-racist allies.

Y’all wonder why the fuck PoC get annoyed with y’all.

You can’t let us have a damn thing to ourselves without shitting all over it. Like, does it anger you to see something that you’re not included in? You’re included in pretty much everything, but you see the one thing you can’t have, and you have to try and snatch it anyway. We try and do something for ourselves and you kick and scream and cry “EXCLUSIONNNNN~!”

And fuck every white person who gets pissy about this post.

Y’all can’t even let us have a text post on fucking Tumblr without feeling like your half cent opinion is wanted or needed, even when we ask you to stay the fuck away.

I make a post saying “Show of hands if you are a Person of Color and you have ever felt hurt or offended by something racist your white friends said, but were too afraid to say anything, so you let it slide.” Ain’t nobody ask y’all white people what you experience. Nobody asked you shit. Nobody asked for your opinion, your thoughts, your support, remarks, nothing. It says reblog IF you are a PERSON OF COLOR who has experienced ____. There is no reason on god’s god damn earth why so many white folk have been reblogging this to derail and talk about that one time somebody who happened to be a person of color was rude to them.

First of all, that’s irrelevant. Nobody cares. This post isn’t about you, it’s not geared to you, if you wanna talk about it do it on another fucking post, not my post which has specific fucking instructions which imply that white people need to stay the hell away.

Secondly, just because somebody was rude to you and they just so happened to be a PoC doesn’t make it racism, and the fact that the only example y’all ever come up with is that, speaks volumes about the “racism” you face. (Spoiler alert: You’re white. You don’t face racism. Ever.)

And if you’re going to whine and cry and kick up a shit and piss all over my inbox and this post, yelling, “I can reblog whatever I want! Public domain!!!!!” Then you have only proved my point, and you’re an entitled, selfish brat who needs to examine why the fuck it pains you to see something for PoC to the point where you need to twist and derail to make it all about your irrelevant ass.

This should go without saying, but apparently the reading comprehension struggle is real for y’all.

If a post says “reblog if you are a PoC…”

That’s your cue to NOT reblog it.

I don’t care if you like it.

I don’t care if you want it.

It’s not for you.

Just because it’s in a public space doesn’t mean you can touch it.

If you went into a restaurant and started licking on all the forks at every table they would kick your ass out.

If you walked into a classroom where a professor was talking, and started trying to teach your own lessons, you would be kicked the fuck out.

Not everything is for you.

Not every contribution is helpful.

Stop speaking over us and hijacking our posts and then telling us that WE’RE the ones missing the point.

Lemme say it again for the snoozers in the back.

NOT EVERY POST IS FOR YOU.

ianthe:

It’s only been a few hours and I’m already being called out and threatened.

And yet I’ve gotten messages from people saying to take down the petition because Rob’s the one in danger. Rob’s the one who has people rallying behind him saying #ibelieve at the end of their statuses.

Not sure if I feel safe going to class tomorrow.

Challenge to all of the white Tumblr users.

See a post talking about your privilege, and don’t start whining.

Just once.

Can you manage one?

Can you do that, white people?

Can you see one post talking about how disgruntled people of color are with your privileges and your shitty ass attitudes, and your lack of fucks to give about stepping on our backs 24/7, and not whine and fuss and make it about you and play ~the devil’s advocate~ and use whatever other stupid white folk logic y’all pull out of your asses to get off the hot seat?

PROBABLY NOT.

But try anyway.

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Let me add something to that response: Even today, people of color wearing clothes from our cultures gets us killed. Hell, even if we AREN’T wearing things from our culture, if we aren’t speaking the ~dominant language~ in a public place, we face unwelcome stares at best, death threats at worst. Even when we aren’t doing THAT, we face the same things. White people come at us for simply existing and daring to do so in their line of sight; you really think us wearing stuff from our culture will be welcomed with open arms?

“But I’M white and *I* don’t—” Yeah, good for you. Doesn’t change the fact that the majority of this harassment comes from your god damn people. Doesn’t change the fact that the risk is still there. Doesn’t change the fact that while we get harassed for wearing out clothes, white people can wear our clothes—which, bee tee dubs, holds a lot of significance—and be praised for it. If anybody feels so compelled to cry that racism is a two way street, I’m gonna tell you to stuff it and bounce.

People of Color face all sorts of risks—risks that you as a white person don’t even have to think about, risks that are so removed from your lived experience that you think we’re making this shit up— just by walking out our god damn doors in the morning, and you want to get mad at us for wearing jeans, when we wear them because your folk perpetuate the threats we face if we don’t? Nah, bruh, get real.

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thinkspeakstress:

Poor white people, you have it so so so hard.

It must be so difficult getting benefits in every avenue of life because of your skin tone.

It must hurt so much benefiting from stepping all over PoC, and benefiting things that push our faces into the mad.

I can only imagine how agonizing it is for…

This is the most constructive blog post I have ever encountered.

A round of applause for you, good gentleperson. And keep fighting the good fight. With your incisive, compelling, thought-provoking missives on the struggle between the classes, it is only a matter of time for the sea change to occur.

It must be so difficult getting benefits in every avenue of life because of your skin tone.

It must hurt so much benefiting from stepping all over PoC, and benefiting things that push our faces into the mad.

I can only imagine how agonizing it is for you when we ask you to stop standing on us so that we can get on our feet.

I can imagine that it must suck having PoC be disgruntled with you because you refuse to acknowledge that you’re standing on our necks, and because you refuse to acknowledge that you benefit from others standing on our necks.

It must be so hard, being asked to “Get the fuck off of me because you’re hurting me when you do this.”

I mean shit. That’s probably the most painful thing in the world, it’s surely more painful than your feet digging into our backs.

I understand. It’s hard to get through life without stepping all over PoC, and making a conscious effort to not step on us or shit on us while you navigate the road called life must be so, so hard. \

Regarding how your actions affect other people is the most difficult thing in the world to do and it takes so much effort and requires you to actually think. So how dare we ask you to t ry not to shit on us or step on us anymore! We should just lay there and take it, and allow you to dig your heels into our spines as much as you please.

But instead of being good little non-whites, we’re just complaining about how much it hurts, and yelling at you to get the fuck off of us, and gosh, that’s just so awful of us, how dare we expect you to treat us with any sort of decency.

And how can we expect you to treat us with decency when you don’t even know how, damn it!

Poor poor white people.

I weep for you. For nobody has known pains and struggles greater than yours.

It must be so hard being white.

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Just kidding, CRY HARDER I LOVE IT, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK