“I grew up reading a generation of American and English people like [Saul] Bellow, [John] Updike or [Martin] Amis. Everybody’s neutral unless they’re black — then you hear about it: the black man, the black woman, the black person. Of course, if you happen to be black the world doesn’t look that way to you. I just wanted to try and create perhaps a sense of alienation and otherness in this person, the white reader, to remind them that they are not neutral to other people.”—Zadie Smith, discussing how she never mentions the race of any of the characters in her new novel, NW, unless they are white. (via theraconteurasaurus)
That is a really interesting idea. Reminds me of Recititaif by Toni Morrison
“You, who are so liberal and so humane, who have such an exaggerated adoration of culture that it verges on affectation, you pretend to forget that you own colonies and that in them men are massacred in your name.”—Jean-Paul Sartre, preface to 'The Wretched of the Earth' (via lucidstrike)
Imagine you’re a young white guy facing capital murder charges where you can receive the death penalty… the victim in the case is a black man… when you go to trial and step into the courtroom… the judge is a black man… the two State prosecutors seeking the death penalty on you… are also black men… you couldn’t afford an attorney, so the Judge appointed you two defense lawyers who are also black men… you look in the jury box… there’s 8 more black people and 4 hispanics… the only white person in the courtroom is you… How would you feel facing the death penalty? Do you believe you’ll receive justice?
As outside of the box as that scene is, those were the exact circumstances of my trial. I was the only black person in the courtroom.
“I got out the car.
Got my bags.
Turned my back to her.
Put my headphones in.
And rolled me and my luggage away.
I didn’t say bye or any farewell gestures.
I heard the car linger awhile.
I knew she was waiting to see if I would turn around.
Nope, I told myself to keep walking.
I kept walking.
She drove off.
I flew back to Alabama.
The last words we spoke in person she told me that she wasn’t in love with me.
Seven days before I flew to Hawaii to see her, she had just sent
a seven page long text.
It said how much she loved me and how I
was the best man she had ever known.
I flew to Hawaii.
Knowing her for six years.
We were together.
I flew back to Alabama.
We were us no longer,
but I was more of me
than ever before.
I kept walking.”—
“My question to you today is what is your mind’s immigration policy?
Do you detain foreign thoughts that may have entered your mind illegally Against the wishes of your parents, pastors, teachers, leaders
Or perhaps simply against the security of your own comfort?
Are there other thoughts that you have perhaps allowed to go unchecked, unquestioned because they seem aligned with your so-called identity?
Are you certain that you are not a victim of identity fraud?”—Saul Williams (via revenge-of-socrates)
And then tell them how unreasonable it is to suggest that people pack up their entire lives and move to another country to run away from racism instead of racism being combated and fixed where they live. The people being oppressed by an unfair power structure, the victims of racism, should have to be punished further and leave the country? How does that make sense? What kind of Abe Lincoln shit is that?
The Baby Boomers: whiny, narcissistic, self-indulgent people with a simple philosophy: “Gimme that! It’s mine!” These people were given everything, everything was handed to them, and they took it all, sold it all; sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, and they stayed loaded for twenty years and had a free ride. But now they’re staring down the barrel of middle-age burnout, and they don’t like it.
They don’t like it, so they’ve become self-righteous, and they wanna make things hard for young people. They tell em abstain from sex, say no to drugs. As for rock ‘n’ roll, they sold that for television commercials a long time ago so they can buy pasta machines and StairMasters and soybean futures.
You know something? They’re cold, bloodless people. It’s in their slogans, it’s in their rhetoric: “No pain, no gain,” “Just do it,” “Life is short, play hard,” “Shit happens, deal with it,” “Get a life.” These people went from “Do your own thing” to “Just say no!” They went from “Love is all you need” to “Whoever winds up with the most toys, wins”, and they went from cocaine to Rogaine.
And you know something? They’re still counting grams, only now it’s fat grams. And the worst of it is we have to watch the commercials on TV for Levi’s loose-fitting jeans and fat-ass Docker pants because these degenerate, yuppie, Boomer cocksuckers couldn’t keep their hands off the croissants and the Häägen-Dasz and their big fat asses have spread all over and they have to wear fat-ass Docker pants. Fuck these Boomers, fuck these yuppies… and fuck everyone, now that I think of it.