You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge another, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things- Romans 2:1
Everybody has had that relationship. The relationship that messes with your mind making you doubt yourself. Whether its’s the cheater, the bum, or the user, they always manage to convince you that you need them more than they need you.
They say things like:
“Nobody will ever love you as much as I love you?”
“Nobody is going to want you if we break up. You’ll be alone.”
“I’m the only one who doesn’t mind dating black people. If you don’t date me other people might hold your race against you.”
“I’m dating you for your own good. You should be thanking me! In fact lets celebrate me for dating you!”
“So I never keep my word? This time I promise I will! I know about every four years you try to break up with me for spending your money, this time I promise to pay the bills!”
“I know that I’ve been taking credit cards out in your name, but it’s been to buy you things!”
“So what if I take a little bit for myself, it’s really for you.”
“What? Your saying the school I paid for you is little more than an indoctrination camp? This time just give me a little bit more of your money and I can find you a better school!”
“What do you mean you’d rather just try it on your own? You’re too dumb. I’m an expert so I can protect you and decide what’s best for you.”
This is also the abusive rhetoric used on the black community by the Democrats that love us so much. An abuser needs to be in your mind so they can shape your reality. The Democrat party needs to be in your mind so they can maintain their power.
After all, it’s one of the many reasons Hillary Clinton failed to clinch the Presidency in 2016. Blacks just didn’t show up for her like we did for Obama.
Misguided fight against white supremacy is black inferiority
I remember when I was in the 8th grade or so we were discussing politics and we each went around the room. Each person gave their experience with politics and whether we supported President Bush. At the time anti-Bush sentiment was very strong and the answers were universally in the negative.
I was just a child and didn’t particularly like Bush, but I didn’t know the reason why. I expressed my doubts about the man. I didn’t like war, I didn’t like hurricane Katrina. But I also told my teacher how I felt pressured to be a Democrat because I was black.
My white teacher assured me that no such pressure exists. In fact he scoffed in my face that I would even suggest it. He was also a Democrat.
The seeds of doubt were planted in my mind, but it would take years for it to become a full grown flower.
Sometimes I ask myself, “What are you doing Justine?” My life has been way more impotent anger than righteous belief. There was never a cause that I really believed in, I was too jaded. I loved Ron Paul but didn’t believe he ever had a chance to make the Presidency.
And then Donald Trump came along. He shook my world and made me believe that there is something worth fight over. That we all have something to bring us together. It’s okay to believe in America, it is right for you to have pride in yourself and your country.
Many call him a demagogue the likes of Hitler and his blind Nazi followers. But how do you know if the charismatic man you follow is Martin Luther King jr. or the evil Adolf Hitler? Gasp! How can you even say both of their name in a sentence?
Because I’ve never had a sufficient answer. How do you know that your cause is just or weighted down in the follies of humanity? It is only through hindsight that we know what the truth is. After all, history only favors the winner.
We’re looking to replace one master with another
I didn’t hear the term “white supremacy” until I was in law school. The sharpness up the rhetoric took me by surprise. After all I’ve grown up in the black community, my mother is black, and her mother is black. Yet I’ve never heard such a bitter sentiment expressed, let alone widely accepted.
It took me awhile to wrap my head around what my Black Law Student Association colleagues were speaking about. And I learned to respect their opinions and experiences of life. However, my respect for their experience didn’t curtail the hopelessness of their cause.
White supremacy sounded like prejudice on steroids. It felt like fighting a gigantic boogie man incapable of being brought down because the very definition of the monster made them invincible.
Nowhere was the white supremacy cause more vocalized than in the Black Lives Matter Movement. The movement stands for much more than the police brutality that has plagued our country in recent years. It is also a movement greater than just black people (perhaps realizing that any political change black people are wanting to make must be done with some kind of coalition).
Indeed replace all the buzzwords (women, queer, trans, femmes, gender nonconforming, Muslim, formerly and currently incarcerated, cash poor and working class, disabled, undocumented, and immigrant) with class, worker, and comrade and it’s real clear that we’re dealing with a pseudo communist movement.
While this platform is focused on domestic policies, we know that patriarchy, exploitative capitalism, militarism, and white supremacy know no borders. We stand in solidarity with our international family against the ravages of global capitalism and anti-Black racism, human-made climate change, war, and exploitation.
It is a globalist movement, focused on giving American’s the illusion there are no borders to suffering so there should be no borders in real life.
These people are miserable. And I say this as someone who has sympathy and loves the black community. They define life in terms of conflict. Instead of class warfare it’s racial warfare. Their basic premise rejects the notions of natural law. It is just another utopian ideology that will suck up the sacrifices of the practitioners.
When your fighting for perfection, the cost rarely matter.
The kicker is that some of their requests are ones that many in America are sympathetic towards. Such as ending the disastrous War on Drugs, the War on Poverty, and the War on Crime. But the rest are based solely on the redistribution of wealth. And this redistribution is based solely on oppression status, making it even more entitlement based than communism of days passed.
It is the politics of power, control, and envy. It uses envy to syphon the power of the very people they wish to protect.
We’re screaming that Black Lives Matter but who are we trying to convince? To the outside world it sounds like we’re trying to convince ourselves that we matter.
We discuss white supremacy when really we’re talking about black inferiority. Black people have been at the bottom of society a long time that we believe that we belong there. It makes sense, but when we place our own feelings of inferiority into the hands of another what do we expect to change?
If your brother feels inferior to you because he sees that your parents favored you, what do you do? You can’t change how your parents treated him. You might have even participated in it. But any attempt in reparations would be futile Because it’s not about the money. It’s about the bitterness.
When we’re discussing white supremacy we’re discussing the plague of prejudice. A prejudice that has existed for years, and still exist today against black people. Anybody who tries to deny that is being dishonest. When we discuss the solution to white supremacy we’re discussing policing thoughts.
It is inherently authoritarian, and for a movement so critical of policing, it is a noxious proposition. By having the government to correct our thoughts we open ourselves to abuse by state actors that have already betrayed us.
In fact, their whole solution to structural injustices begs for more government. They fall into the trap of millions of people around the world that seek to gain equality at the price of freedom. They don’t know the price because the salesman are vague. Black people are the new proletariate, conveniently exploited for political power (yet black conservative’s are the Uncle Toms?).
We’ve had a whole generation of false prophets and absentee fathers. Broken homes and hard mothers. We’ve had a generation where we’ve lost more wealth than we accumulated. Crime is rampant in our communities. Poor black people aren’t going to college nor trade school, they’re going to jail.
But we want to sit here and throw stones at a system while advocating for politicians that don’t want to change a damn thing. What are we doing? Why are we looking at celebrities like they have the answer to black prayers?
Can the divide be mended?
Of coarse we can. The bigger question, can we pay the price for peace? Do we have what it takes to have unity?
When a man and a woman have a child together and then split up, it doesn’t matter that the husband cheated on the wife. Or that the wife left the husband for his cousin. Nothing in their past matters.
If either were healthy human beings they wouldn’t spend another minute pining away for an understanding from the other that may never happen. They would walk away and never speak again, both moving on and reflect on their future while reconciling their past. But since these two have a child with each other they have to have some kind of relationship.
If either the husband or wife concentrate on retribution or revenge, they risk the health of the child. They have to become better people because they have to think of the child.
Black America, if we ever want to have more for our children and an actual future for them, we have got to be like the divorced couple co-parenting a child. The child is the future. White America is our exes. We have to make the sacrifices. Sometimes the past isn’t the biggest determinate of the future. Our choices today are.
We either have to learn to work together with white people in order to make a better future for everybody, or we can petulantly cling to our emotions and screw ourselves over.
It’s not about blindly letting someone treat you anyway they want, it’s not even about forgiveness. It’s about reaching the best terms possible in a divorce agreement. It is only through discipline and practice that we’ll ever reconcile and learn to live together.
I don’t want to be in the grave with Martin Luther King jr. I don’t want to cling to a past that we’ll never have back. The only way forward for our people is to actually move forward. There is no happiness living in the past.