cybernetic chantdown

If you call yourself trying to combat racism by making nice with white people (and when I say making nice, I mean POC who have a majority of white friends and have adopted “whiteness” as their personality—ya’ll know who I’m talmbout)…let me clue you in on how often that backfires.
I used to be the same way. I thought, if white people and I are friends, they’ll eventually let go of that subconscious trigger that views me and every other Black person as a threat.
No.
What happens is instead of you being the emissary of Blackness is you become the “Other” or the “Exception”. You become a “credit to your race” as one white man had the gumption to say to me in the last year or so. You become the token Black friend that they use to defend their racist psyche when you’re not around.
You become the butt of their secret racist jokes.
You think they’re racing to your defense when other white people are being racist around them? No, they aren’t. They’re chuckling it up with their friends, and then telling themselves it’s okay because you’re cool and you can “laugh at yourself”. They convince you that racist humor is okay because you. Can. Laugh. At. Yourself.