If they're calling you a supremacist they have no idea what anything approaching a "black supremacist" really looks like. Was reminded of this exact thing, aside from interactions with hotep family members over the holidays, from FD Signifier's drake beef coverage; paraphrasing "Aubrey didn't mention any of Kendrick's 5 Percenter connections that would be better fuel because he literally doesn't know about this stuff, he doesn't understand it at all". The idea of white hexbears calling anyone here "black supremacist" lmao
the concept of 'critical support' goes RIGHT out the window
"Critical Support" means "if I say this you can't criticize me". There's hardly any actual critical support - it's either completely uncritical jerking over orthodox opinions, or vague signaling towards "support" that crumbles immediately (actually the usual thinly veiled white racist bullshit.)
"Aubrey didn't mention any of Kendrick's 5 Percenter connections that would be better fuel because he literally doesn't know about this stuff, he doesn't understand it at all". The idea of white hexbears calling anyone here "black supremacist" lmao
Not even wrong, they're not even in the places to even tangentially see what that really looks like. There was always a bit of mild hoteppery in my family; but that's to be expected-- I had hella radical family members during the heyday of BPP, but like all things Amerikan, that kinda melted away to aesthetics and mild-to-moderate reaction as our surviving leaders all sold out during my mother and grandmother's generations-- but I remember this one like, core memory from when I was a kid.
Was me, my mom, and my grandma having a weekly breakfast together 'cause grandma only got one day off a week, and to her, family wasn't no Fast and Furious meme line. We're comin' out the restaurant, and across the street from the place we were eating at, there were a bunch of honest to god Black Hebrew Israelites milling about on a corner and yelling; and the noise of disappointment that left my grandmother... I always gotta wonder, especially now that I can't ask her, what she saw in the way they were accosting people on the side of the road. This was one of our storytellers, so like... I know she had to have been seeing a 'how far we've fallen' in that.
I had hella radical family members during the heyday of BPP, but like all things Amerikan, that kinda melted away to aesthetics
now that I can't ask her, what she saw
Always how it is huh. Had uncles who were with the BPP in Chicago, were friends with Muhammad Ali, were traveled and read and deep into the radical culture, and I was just too young or too distant from them. Passed a long time ago now, wish I could ask them what they thought
then again,
great grandma said to my mom many many years ago "if you don't care for family (like u said, real family) like me while I'm around, don't come to my funeral acting like you cared when I'm gone. I will get up out of the coffin and slap the hell outta you", so maybe those family rifts I was too young to be aware of were pretty deep
If they're calling you a supremacist they have no idea what anything approaching a "black supremacist" really looks like. Was reminded of this exact thing, aside from interactions with hotep family members over the holidays, from FD Signifier's drake beef coverage; paraphrasing "Aubrey didn't mention any of Kendrick's 5 Percenter connections that would be better fuel because he literally doesn't know about this stuff, he doesn't understand it at all". The idea of white hexbears calling anyone here "black supremacist" lmao
"Critical Support" means "if I say this you can't criticize me". There's hardly any actual critical support - it's either completely uncritical jerking over orthodox opinions, or vague signaling towards "support" that crumbles immediately (actually the usual thinly veiled white racist bullshit.)
Not even wrong, they're not even in the places to even tangentially see what that really looks like. There was always a bit of mild hoteppery in my family; but that's to be expected-- I had hella radical family members during the heyday of BPP, but like all things Amerikan, that kinda melted away to aesthetics and mild-to-moderate reaction as our surviving leaders all sold out during my mother and grandmother's generations-- but I remember this one like, core memory from when I was a kid.
Was me, my mom, and my grandma having a weekly breakfast together 'cause grandma only got one day off a week, and to her, family wasn't no Fast and Furious meme line. We're comin' out the restaurant, and across the street from the place we were eating at, there were a bunch of honest to god Black Hebrew Israelites milling about on a corner and yelling; and the noise of disappointment that left my grandmother... I always gotta wonder, especially now that I can't ask her, what she saw in the way they were accosting people on the side of the road. This was one of our storytellers, so like... I know she had to have been seeing a 'how far we've fallen' in that.
Always how it is huh. Had uncles who were with the BPP in Chicago, were friends with Muhammad Ali, were traveled and read and deep into the radical culture, and I was just too young or too distant from them. Passed a long time ago now, wish I could ask them what they thought
then again,
great grandma said to my mom many many years ago "if you don't care for family (like u said, real family) like me while I'm around, don't come to my funeral acting like you cared when I'm gone. I will get up out of the coffin and slap the hell outta you", so maybe those family rifts I was too young to be aware of were pretty deep