I know, I know this title seems to be an oxymoron and you’re so outraged that several thoughts flitter your mind at once that you can’t decide which would most accurately relay your disgust. Is it absurd, preposterous, bullshit, foolishness? Finally you land on fuckery, sheer unadulterated fuckery! Once the shock has worn off you say to yourself, “Oh she’s one of them, a traitor, turncoat, hoe ass nigga.” Then you must share it with friends and family. You tell em’ lets break out the pitch forks and flaming torches (not tiki torches cuz that’s some white people shit) because we got one. Please just hear me out first. It’s undeniable that some black people are more privileged than others. Hell if you’re alive you’re more fortunate than many and looking down your nose at people is not an exclusively white past time.
Black privilege usually manifest itself when someone asks, “What’s wrong with the black community?” Actually no one has to ask brother minister but’s he’s going to share his opinion none the less. The answer usually goes a little something like, “Brothers and sisters, kings and queens, we must stop fighting each other and love one another. We must band together in order to defeat the white devil. How can we talk about the way white people treat us when we sell drugs in our own neighbor hoods, shoot each other down and destroy our own communities.”
At first glance this seems to be an extremely valid point but it promotes the ideology that black people are innately violent criminals. As if drug dealers just woke up one day and say, “I think I’ll sell drugs today because it’s fun. Or perhaps I’ll murk a nigga just for shits and giggles because it’s my greatest ambition to be caged like an animal.” Newsflash people don’t wake up one morning and say I want to be poorly educated, join a gang, sell drugs and die young. This happens when opportunities are scarce and it’s not human to quietly starve to death.
I know because I’m from the west side of Chicago, (btw no one from Chicago calls it Chi-rac. Just saying Chicago is enough to imply that you know someone who was murdered. I didn’t even watch Chi-rac.) Also I’m far more privilege than most of my family because my mom married a solider. Hell my real dad was a heroin addict. At least I hope it’s was. I don’t know. We don’t talk all that much and I’m still more privileged than most.
Right now I hear a chorus of, “I come from the hood and I never blah, blah, blah.” Well so did I but I had parents who loved and cherished me instead of abusing me. I was not born into to money but I was born into love and that makes all the difference in the world. Now of course there are some of you out there saying, “ Well I also didn’t have love or money and I didn’t blah, blah, blah”. To you I say congratulation. You did it. You’re an wonderful, amazing, fantastical, genius. A true marvel. Now set cho self-exulting ass down. As I was saying, poverty breeds abuse which breeds violence and desperation in its victims
Other purveyors of answers to the questions that no asked say basically the same things in a slightly different way. Something like, “I’m of one those Negros. I read books and listen to rock and classical music.” These dumb asses really believe they’re the only black person in the history of ever to have read a fucking book. You hear me ‘I read books as niggas,’ you sound stupid. Because you are stupid. There are millions of books written by black authors so you could not possibly be the only niggas that have read a got damn book or anything else you think makes you intellectually superior.
What’s really irritating about these I can solve the, ‘black problem’ ass black people is that they never have a viable solution. They be like, “we need to love one another or, “Read a book”. These sort of peoples love to highlight the effects rather than the cause. Because it’s extremely complex and high horsing people aren’t much for critical thinking. So they throw out these simple minded solutions. If they’re solutions were implemented they’d go a little something like, Mr. Crip do kindly hug Mr. Blood. Excellent, now everyone grab a book.
Great, did everyone get a hug and a book? Is everyone still desperate, and in need of intense therapy due to years of physical abuse and physiological trauma? Okay did anyone gain any marketable job skills? Are any felonies or misdemeanors expunged? No. Well It doesn’t matter. Just keep hugging and reading and it’ll work itself out. Already everyone let’s pack it up. We solved everything so let’s give ourselves a round of applause and a pat on the back.
In closing I’d like to thank all of you benevolent poverty shamers. You’re great, wonderful, and all of the answers. The best answers!
Sincerely everyone living in poverty. Fuck you very much.