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I can’t believe how many posts I see opining that no one suffers through slavery anymore, so why the riots?

These Caucasian renaissance men and women are forgetting, or never cared enough about American history to understand that the price the freed slave paid for his/her freedom was to be immediately left homeless, hungry, largely illiterate, knowing only one bastardized way of life, very little resources to start a new life, and suddenly under extreme threat by a majority of people in their immediate vicinity.

We can see clearly now the issue this country faces today is not the negative effects of slavery, but what was done to enable the freed slave to take advantage of his/her new life of opportunity.

Hey you. Yeah you, the Caucasians. Please put aside your soul crippling view that the abolishment of slavery was enough opportunity for our modern era black community to go forth and thrive like the rest of us.

If you can give it just a moment and concentrate on the crippling effects of the policies instituted to, "do something with them," once slaves were finally free, we may have a chance to heal.

It is the 100 years of segregation and Jim Crow after slavery that has caused this strife we face today. Beating the black community senseless, murdering them, rounding them up, controlling the black community by fear and violent manipulation created a generational PTSD, which without fault of their own, became a goddamned tradition passed down from parent to child year after devastating year all the way to today where it is still incredibly difficult for our dear brothers and sisters to break out of its grip. It is like leaving a cult for them to break away from the inherent construct of isolation, the mandate to stay put, and to somehow put behind them the refrain, “You do not belong. You are not wanted.”

And now here we are today in this time fraught with such tension and peril. Can you not see why it is so difficult to break out of the ghetto and make something of yourself?

Those demonic American laws of separation had an overwhelming, and an ever lasting effect that we can see today in many aspects of the modern black experience, and it's made worse by those of you that choose not to learn our shared history, by your comments, views, and notions that suggest to the black community it's their fault that many of them are still stuck in ghettos, still underprivileged, still so widely incarcerated, still beaten and murdered... but, let me tell you something, lean in close, you need to hear every word.. It’s not their fault. The blame lays comfortably with you the majority.

Why must you insist it is their fault that so many from our black community do not make it out of the ghetto? Why do you feel the need to chastise them with derogatories saying they are stuck in systemic poverty because they choose to do drugs and commit crimes? Why do you tell them they deserve the life they live? Why are you upset that they won't listen to you when you tell them to… what? To do what? To leave their side of town when for over 100 years this country told them so frighteningly by threat of burning cross to stay on their side of town?

I must repeat this reality. Those who stay on their side of town and fail to find the opportunities you believe are so readily available stay on their side of town simply because America still believes in having cities and towns with designated sides to them.

It was your grandfather, his father, and all the asshats that came before us that told the black community they are not welcome and that if you leave your neighborhood you will be strung up, beaten, raped, and drug by a chain behind a pickup truck.

Let me ask you, do you think it might be difficult to leave your neighborhood, to go out and get an education, to take part in the American dream when none of you sorry fucks even considered they might need help to do so, because our forefathers hated their forefathers so much they chose to segregate rather than educate?

All that has been done to help is to give the black community just enough of a welfare stipend that will only go as far as… guess what? And it’s no coincidence… enough Welfare to keep them on their side of town.

So, like the cruel bitches you are you choose not to educate yourself before you posit your answer to the problem. And its your malicious answer to the problem that highlights the causation of these riots today. Without an educated background on this particular issue your response has no other meaning or design but to blame the black community for being black.

Wake the fuck up.

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What a business. You go along your whole life and they seem as though they mean something and they always end up not meaning anything. There was never any of what this is.

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls (via whyallcaps)

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And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

F. Scott Fitzgerald. (via dont-sleep-before-dreaming)

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from '300,000,000'

I reached into my pockets and pulled out the teeth I’d removed from the girl’s head shaped like my mother’s and showed them to everybody. These are Darrel’s teeth, I said. Darrel no longer requires food to make his flesh. We are his mouths; he is our house. I put the girl’s teeth shaped like my mother’s teeth into my own mouth and on her teeth I chewed until I heard my own teeth in my head breaking and I swallowed and I smiled.

_ Blake Butler

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Life, he says, doesn’t have to be so bad all the time. We don’t have to be anxious about everything. We can just be. We can get up, anticipate that the day will probably have a few good moments and a few bad ones, and then just deal with it. Take it all in and deal as best we can.

John Corey Whaley, Where Things Come Back (via wordsnquotes)

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So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find some one to worship.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via whyallcaps)