Being here in America doesn’t make you an American. Being born here in America doesn’t make you an American. Why, if birth made you American, you wouldn’t need any legislation; you wouldn’t need any amendments to the Constitution; you wouldn’t be faced with civil-rights filibustering in Washington, D.C., right now. They don’t have to pass civil-rights legislation to make a Polack an American.
No, I’m not an American. I’m one of the 22 million black people who are the victims of Americanism. One of the 22 million black people who are the victims of democracy, nothing but disguised hypocrisy. So, I’m not standing here speaking to you as an American, or a patriot, or a flag-saluter, or a flag-waver—no, not I. I’m speaking as a victim of this American system. And I see America through the eyes of the victim. I don’t see any American dream; I see an American nightmare.
I can be incredibly compassionate and sympathetic and I will listen to you if you have a problem or need someone to just talk to…but if you’re being an idiot I’m going to call you out on your shit
is that your an only child and want to visit your socal parents more often, please stop or at least don’t say that shit around me.
You want siblings and close by parents? Let’s trade lives. You can have my siblings, my close by norcal immigrant parents, the not rich childhood I had, the $50,000 worth of college debt I’ll be in, my shitty grocery cashier job I have to sustain myself, the stress I have from college/working/debt, and the single life I have because I don’t have a social life
And I’ll take your affluent white girl childhood and all it’s amenities, and having parents who can afford to pay for everything so that I don’t even need a job, but you can keep your shitty boyfriend
One of the worst parts of having grown up in a shitty household, where you had to grow up real quick and take care of your siblings, is how pessimistic you sound. I can honestly say I don’t miss my mother when she’s not around. I get genuinely annoyed when she constantly tries to talk to me. I would be 100% fine not going home once a month. The only reason I do is because my mother will badger and guilt trip me until I do. It’s so incredibly shitty to be talking about my childhood and hearing all these other kids say how much of a kid they got to be. I grew up where I got guilt tripped and suckered into everything by my mother. It wasn’t until I got out of high school that I even truly realized it. No one ever told me, “hey, it’s not okay for your parents to make you feel like shit all the time”. Not once. I didn’t know that people actually truly enjoyed their parents company and what they had to say and they could make decisions together. I never had that. My best friend didn’t have that either and both of us find it so hard to explain it to people. It’s hard to tell people “I fucking hate having to go see my family”. They think you’re exaggerating because yea families disagree and stuff but all families are quirky and silly right? People who come from really great parents are so incredibly lucky. And what’s worse is I feel so guilty for carrying around all this resentment and angry, I’m trying to move past it but it’s fucking hard.
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I’m depressed, exhausted and lonely
Anonymous asked: I hear that Robbo has awoken from his coma and has been let out of intensive care but that he is still in a serious condition that keeps him almost vegetated. He may need months or years to recover and considering he has children, he might never go back to doing risky graffiti even if he does bounce back... But we can hope that he can at least recover to be there for his children...
Thanks so much! I couldn’t find anything even within the last year that had an update on his condition. And yea, I hope he at least recovers to be able to spend time with his kids. Thanks again for the info!
