How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.
i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?
i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…
I’m not racist, blacks just need to stop complaining
Living in the past and white people blaming
I work hard, no handouts for every little fraction
If white privilege isn’t fair, then how is affirmative action?
This post is everything
Lil’ man is angry with me because I’ve been using up all his toothpaste but my toothpaste tastes and feels like I filled my mouth with a cup full of battery acid and his toothpaste taste like bubble gum so….
My father has a poor relationship with his cousins, and as a result the relationship I have with my cousins has never developed past the “silently agree not to kill each other” stage of male relationships.
Lil’ Homie: Sup’ big dawg, what you doing right now.
Me: Nothing dawg, just watching this documentary on the Tottori sand dunes of Japan.
Lil’ Homie: You know you watch a lot of PBS for a self described thug, foo’.
Me: Nah, foo’. PBS takes your favorite tv shows for ransom and then spend the next 3 hours telling you how if you “donate” now, you’ll never see your favorite tv shows again. PBS are the real gangsters foo’.
Gentrifiers focus on aesthetics, not people. Because people, to them, are aesthetics.
Proponents of gentrification will vouch for its benevolence by noting it “cleaned up the neighbourhood”. This is often code for a literal white-washing. The problems that existed in the neighbourhood - poverty, lack of opportunity, struggling populations denied city services - did not go away. They were simply priced out to a new location.
That new location is often an impoverished suburb, which lacks the glamour to make it the object of future renewal efforts. There is no history to attract preservationists because there is nothing in poor suburbs viewed as worth preserving, including the futures of the people forced to live in them. This is blight without beauty, ruin without romance: payday loan stores, dollar stores, unassuming homes and unpaid bills. In the suburbs, poverty looks banal and is overlooked.
In cities, gentrifiers have the political clout - and accompanying racial privilege - to reallocate resources and repair infrastructure. The neighbourhood is “cleaned up” through the removal of its residents. Gentrifiers can then bask in “urban life” - the storied history, the selective nostalgia, the carefully sprinkled grit - while avoiding responsibility to those they displaced.
La Joven de los Limones by Jesus Helguera | 1940-50’s
Jesús Enrique Emilio de la Helguera Espinoza (28 de mayo de 1910 en Chihuahua - 5 de diciembre de 1971 en la Ciudad de México) fue un pintor e ilustrador mexicano, hijo de Álvaro de la Helguera García, un inmigrante español en México y de María Espinoza Escarzaga.