I demonstrate a juvenile style of thinking because I won’t allow you, a White guy who has not spent one day in the life of a Black person to tell me what racism is. Ha!!!
I can’t teach you anything — I’m Black. You can only teach me. I must listen to you. You can’t hear me. You already have your microwave Kraft Mac n Cheese version of racism that I need to buy into.
You, oh White guy intelligent savior — a descendant of the evil constructors of my race purgatory — are trying to tell me, the Southern Black lady how complex race issues are when you don’t have to experience any of them. You have the luxury of talking about race issues. You don’t speak as an survivor or a victim.
When you wake up Black and live like us, come back and talk to me. Until then, what you’re saying is so irrelevant to us right now. You are clueless about the Black experience and the subtle ways racism impacts our lives.
I urge you to stop commenting on Black people’s essays because you’re not an expert on race and you have nothing of value to add. And for goodness sake, get some Black friends. It’s clear you don’t have one. You don’t have the ability to offer anything helpful or enlightening to Black people — you’ve offended many of my readers.
Your fake charm doesn’t fool anyone, and you can’t manipulate anyone here. We know that’s always the goal of mid-high functioning antisocial sociopaths with internet access. Your mind and your fingers are weapons — go find something else to try to destroy. You can’t steal, kill, or destroy anything here!