Anarchy. Over-and-over again. Why? The situation breeds it. The tension is always there. Frustration permeates. There’s never enough. Always gotta pull stunts to make ends meet. Aggressive narcissism follows when you gotta ‘resort’ to that. It’s you against the whole world then. Fellow man be damned. Imagine this resolve—like a cancer—spreading through a people, generation after generation.
- “There isn’t ENOUGH!!!!! There’s NEVER enough!!!!! Fuck it, I ain’t got nothin’ to lose so please—give me a reason to show you just how right you are about me! Let me show you how many of those stereotypes are true! Like I said, I ain’t got nothin’ to lose now. I’m about to show you the true COLOR of my angst. My frustration. Everything that I’ve kept pent-up inside because I’ve never felt safe expressing anything with anyone. Why? Because I live in a world of fucking narcissists! NOBODY GIVES A FUCK!!!!! Can’t even go to fucking church! All they want is my goddamn money!!!! Damn y’all, what’s a’nigga gotta do around here to get y’all to give a fuck?! Get shot by a white authority figure?!”
One of the most detrimental costs of slavery has to be the cultivation of identities and cultures centered almost exclusively around relative lack. This has been both a blessing and a curse; everything from soul food, to blues, to jazz, to hip hop was ingeniously wrought from this ‘lack.’ But the association between black and lack has also caused quite the existential crisis. These fights against racial injustice may really be battles against a literal negative association. This is why the minute someone with a drop of black blood does something exceptional some black people rush to publicly celebrate them…
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