While everyone is busy crafting their essays concerning the visible contradictions in the treatment of Proud Boys and Black Lives Matter protestors, I have a bone to pick with how we‘re discussing the issue.
Yes, it’s a travesty of the highest order that this merry band of slack-jawed goons can traipse into the Capitol like it’s nothing. Yes it’s mind-blowing to see this happen to government buildings all over the country, the disruption met with little resistance time and time again.
A few months ago I wrote a piece discussing White women appealing to authority to harass POCs. Whether it was calling the police on “suspicious” individuals or being a nuisance in grocery stores, my understanding of the term “Karen” was that it was a racialized descriptor. One deployed by many to describe behaviors that can be attributed to White women’s unique social position in America.
I won’t dwell too much on the basics since that’s been done by many others at this point. What I am concerned with, however, is its deployment towards people who are not White women. …
I was hoping you'd get to this point and was pleased to see it. Our modern era has played tricks on us when it comes to what deem progress. Seeing (probably affluent) LGBTQ people in media does not mean that all of a sudden we've been granted the liberation and humanity we oh-so-desperately crave.
You could call it trickle-down-humanity if you wanted to, because it's easy to put someone on the TV and say "Hey look, stop complaining we DID something for you." Copy and paste this to any other marginalized group, rinse, wash, repeat.
I sometimes call this Lavender…
…eople in our society despise effeminate men and gay men, despite whatever you see in popular media. The Fab Five of Queer Eye aren’t real, people. Reality TV is entertainment, not life.
For the marginalized, we’re often asked to be patient. We are told, “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” With time, all the wrongs we face will become right, transfigured before our eyes as if it were a miracle. This line of thinking inspires hope, hope that strengthens our wills in the face of injustice.
But what of the meantime, the space that lies in the middle of the arc. What of those who are told these words, looking around to see nothing but pain, sorrow, and death. …