I am mother of 3 who just left her husband, abruptly had to sell her no longer forever house, and moved to the blissfully boring burbs of my beloved Chicago. I hate to once again trot out the hackneyed but ever appropriate #sweetbrown but Trust me, I spend way too much of my precious time busting my butt to make ends hope to meet to invest any of this my most precious commodity properly busting any of your completely deserving sexist, classist, or racist chops.
Even still, I have spent many a very long, trying day after something explodes into the news cycle sweating over words typed fervently in a Facebook comment box, filling them with just proper ratio of snark, actual fact checking, and Google Phd realness. Like many you brave e-activist souls, I’ve heroically posted many a status on Facebook or the interwebs to dismantle the so so many dreadfully long, the lord is testing me ignorant, soul burningly ill informed Blogs, Blog comments, Facebook statuses, tweets and social media drivel that we are all now so familiar with…
So my brothers and sisters in the” Lord, how many more of these donkeys will I have to unfriend today?” struggle, I would like to share with you a revelation that came to me like a light unto the Lord as so many of my “friends” continued to post stories from clearly reputable top news sources that have actual misspelling in their domain names and end in the very respectable .info. I can’t tell you how many blocks I’ve blocked over repostings of urgent warnings of dog meat at Chipotle, Airborne Ebola, and the C-O-N-Spiracy that has been carried out against Bill Cosby, Woody Allen, Chris Brown, Noam Chomsky by Obamacare, the musical stylings of Beyonce, and Kim Kardashian’s illuminati.
The special secret is NO ONE. Not one person ever transforms from David Duke to Dalai Lama in their social media life or IRLife because of any of our eloquent ability to go blow for blow with them in these real AF e-beef streets.
I know it hurts to realize all of your valiant Disqus efforts were for naught but it never works. It doesn’t matter how much you point out their denial or post actual facts to derail their blissful ignorance. Those who are committed to misunderstanding will misunderstand.
Now both you and I know that SistaTV is indeed the most special kind of blessing to all who are blessed to be in my social media presence, I have realized that people who deny, derail, or are obviously competing to be Charlemagne’s Donkey of the Day are NOT MY MINISTRY. I believe God loves a cheerful giver, so I obediently give them with a very generous love offering from the my ever growing BLOCKEDT ministry, and then happily leave them to stay blessed and blissed out in their willful ignorance.
I was doing alright but last night as the grand jury decision came down something in my soul cried out. Do not ask me why but seeing the pimple… I mean Bruise on Darren Wilson’s face reminded me of the many HEELARIOUS stories my soon to be ex would regale us with about the countless COMPLETELY illegal acts that him and his brothers had perpetrated as rowdy young men all around the windy city.
I swear this is no shade at all to my soon to be ex- husband or his bros. I am eternally grateful to God, that he was able to grow up to become the man that I mistakenly chose to have three wonderful children and one extremely terrible relationship with, in spite those law breaking ways. I know that’s funny but I’m serious about that because if weathering the storm of having my heart and life shattered by him was necessary to for me to become the mother of the three glorious people that call me mommy….I count it ALL joy.
Its just that I am also well aware that the two biracial sons that we are blessed to be the co-parents of can never ever participate in ANY of those kind of no consequence wacky hijinks like their white forefathers and white father before them because 1. I believe that illegalactivity of any kind at any age is unacceptable and 2. NO. Just NO and because of my own personal favorite 3. LOL MELANIN.
Last week, when a STATE OF EMERGENCY was declared on a random regular ass day when absolutely NOTHING was happening in AT ALL in fear-mongering anticipation of the possible outcome of this totally unbiased, completely lawful, and obviously judicially correct grand jury investigation of the events leading up to the death of Michael Brown, I wanted to say something.
I didn’t say much, for a lot of reasons but because Jesse Williams and I have been appointed the varsity Co-Captains of team tell the truth and shame the devil, I believe its important that I point out my own donkey. The truth is one of the reasons why I hate to fight with these dummies about this situation in Ferguson is because sometimes I have stupidly wished Michael Brown was more Rosa Parks than Claudette Colvin.
I hate that he stole them cigarillos. I hate it. hate it. HATE IT. Maybe you don’t want to admit it but sometimes you do too because even though it 1000% should not matter and in no way justifies a flurry of 12 gun shots. It has given denial donkeys something to comfort themselves with as they curl up in their well worn extremely comfortably racially weighted blanket of he was no angel. Mostly every single person of color understands that in order to even be seen as 3/5 of human being you can never give even the most hateful devil a reason to say you were “no angel”.
After years of the ridiculous and heart breaking shame that fills every black person when “the alleged perpetrator is described as black”, even we start to believe every house negro’s favorite cry of “don’t start none, won’t be none.” And while in most situations in life that is applicable, please take heed and KNOW that all too often black and brown men and women have done none and been wrongfully executed and imprisoned by some.
The fact is none of us actually know what transpired that day. But If you know what is good for your bruise free face you will get your entire life and understand that while criminal activity of any kind is deserving of just punishment, the time of 12 bullet immediate firing squad does not fit the crime of UNarmed robbery and allegedly resisting arrest. Especially when several “no angels” have been able murder innocent schoolchildren and shoot up an entire movie theater full of folks without their bullet ridden body being left in the middle of the street for four hours.
If after all of that, you are still wrestling with the imaginary demon of what kind of person Michael Brown SHOULD have been, I encourage you to refrain from shooting it 6 times but to please PROMPTLY instruct the respectable post racial negro or the diet racist deep down inside of you to have a sharp tack filled seat in the back of the express bus to Fruitvale Station. That line does offer stops, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, AND any of the 100 of other stops that shockingly dependably could make every 28 hours all around America.
But what I realize is Michael Browns, Darren Wilsons, and SistaTVs are products of the worlds and enviorments we have lived and been nurtured in. Some of us turn out good, some of us turn out bad, all of us have a bit of both, and none of us experience our world the same. And because I understand that, I for one am sick and tired of being sick and tired of the extremely uncomfortable world that I must raise my children to never ever make any mistakes.
My boys are six and my daughter is eight. Soon I will have to hold their hands and carry them over the great racial divide between them, their white friends, and the colorfully narrow line between careful and carefree.
So I’m hopeful you can imagine the level of my discontent when I found a few of my “friends” ruefully expressing how deeply affected they were by the trouble in Ferguson.
First there was this gem from a former associate… She edited out some of the more offensive stuff that I saw before I screenshot but I did not want her to spend her evening “ shaking her head…. for real…” while grappling with unanswered questions for the peaceful solidarity protestors in Chicago and of “why here?” I mean she was going to have to call off work or deal with an extended commute because of these civilly disobedient “idiots” and “LOL” don’t they have jobs? Why should she be faced to ponder these questions alone?
So I answered her:
But when another woman whose multiple posts filled with comments about “THEY” and detailing how she was “personally affected” by the tension after Ferguson posted this…
And she and her friends responded with this:
I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided that the best way deal with Facebook after Ferguson was to read these idiots for filth and make them too uncomfortable to ever share their nonsense with me again. No matter what your take on this matter, I am pleading with you to block me right now because if I catch you out here obtusely commenting on something so terrible as an entire city in a uproar, an 18 year old man shot dead in the street, and a mother who will never see her son again, you better check thine self before you wreck thineself.
She courageously deleted my original comment but I’m hopeful that by sharing an even more reading rainbow razor sharp version of my original comment to her here, you can all support me and make this article go viral so she will be forced to live all her social media days under the very” ON PURPOSE” tension of knowing that thousands of people all over the internets know of her complete ignorance and are gleefully having quite the riot while laughing at her pain. #letsgo
Senam SistaTV Amegashie:
Please note: On innumerable days, in innumerable situations, over innumerable years, I, and many others who are very similar to the PEOPLE you have in several posts chosen to call “animals” who are making “themselves look bad” and so “terribly uneducated” have to deal with “on purpose tension” and so much more than the horrific slights that you claimed to have experienced for the first time TODAY.
While I don’t know the thinking behind every “rioter” or person you’ve come in contact with who have so deeply scarred you to have lead you to stray from “keeping it silly”and post this very long, very impassioned plea for understanding because a “black girl” stole your gym machine while you were not on it, with your back turned to it, and drinking your Powerade.
First I want you to know, I share in your love of the thirst quenching deliciousness of ice cold White cherry Powerade and secondly when did you switch gyms? Because the one that I’ve seen you post your numerous duck-lipped workout selfies from does not allow members under the age of 18. I’d like you to look into reporting the fact that an obviously underage person you identified as a “girl” child was allowed to freely encroach on your Queen Beyonce level “grown woman” style and use of your separate but equally shared gym equipment. That’s neither here nor there because above all else, I want you to know…. I stand with you.
Also, I’d like to extend my sincerest condolences, because you were within 12 earshots when two post office workers had a conversation about one of them having “to tell her black son that she didn’t feel it was safe for him to go outside anymore.” I understand it made you uncomfortable because “all you wanted to do was send your package” in peace.
I BEG, WHO AMONGST US will be brave enough to stand up and demand the undeniable need for unwavering professionalism from the Polic- I mean, Post office. I’m sickened by the thought that you may have found yourself caught in the crossfire of unchecked public servants who have been tasked to post and serve this great nation. Oh, the struggles you have known. Please, accept my deepest sympathies on your loss and I’m hopeful you will recover from your suffering.
Beloved, you and I agree that criminal activity of any kind is completely reprehensible, so please link me to your equally lengthy, impassioned, damning, dehumanizing, and shaming posts that you made chastising the terribly educated students that who rioted, flipped cars, attacked police, looted businesses, and burned stuff because someone was fired for protecting a known serial child molester and that one time, when a festival ran out of pumpkins. Coincidentally, “THEY” are very similar to you and I look forward to experiencing the glorious prose and the righteous indignation I’m sure you had as a much needed “new leader” for your people. Fix their lives, sis, Fix their lives.
Tragically, not everyone has been afforded the blessed opportunity to become a “grown woman” like you have called yourself, while patting yourself on the back for remaining calm and not rioting over the injustices of your day.
Luckily, I am also a grown woman, with a whole lot of style and a just touch of amazing grace, so I have and will continue to remain calm despite often finding myself just as “infuriated” as you have found yourself today. You stay blessed and never forget that SistaTV loves you!
Caption: This is a picture of me gleefully laughing after snatching you edgeless while instructing you to your seat in the @sistatv read me and my rainbow for FILTH section. Good day.
There are numerous reasons why I needed to read her this intensely bright rainbow but the one that hurts me the most is that I am 100% certain that I am one of the many friends of color that she is passionately claiming to love because of who they really are. But who I am really am is one of her former black friends who has respectably, politely, and gently pointed out her continued microaggressions towards and fetishizing of people of color while forgiving her for her “ I didn’t even realize” lies and believing her feigned contrition. I am hopeful that after reading my words and you all helping it to become unavoidably viral, she any other of her obliviously, small-minded moronic counterparts will find the strength, courage, and wisdom to never include me or any of you in her literal or figurative friends list again.
SistaTV loves you.
Senam SistaTV Amegashie spends most of her time waiting for someone to give her a TV show, already! While waiting for that to happen you can find her sporadically blogging her life and solving all 99 of your Problems with her advice column at SistaTV.com, screencapping rap quotes and motivational posters @sistaTv on Instagram, selling witty Tshirts, and making SistaTV YouTube videos.
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