You never know what you are, who you are or where it is you belong until something comes along to test you, and these tests come in many forms. Theres always that one day where everything goes completely wrong but at the end of the day you can smile because for some strange corny reason you learned something from all the chaos, you wake up the next day with the biggest smile on your face. I wonder if that is confirmation of our insanity; learning stuff we might need in future from horrific events.
I was in the kitchen when my little brother comes up to me and says " So N*gga and K*ffir are brothers?", I wasn't shocked - dude asks a lot of questions like this - I was just diseapointed that he already knew these words without their history or meaning. I sat him down and we thought on it for a minute ; I didnt know where to start, do I tell him about racism and oppression first or respect and anti-ignorantness? I couldnt decide so I just delved right into racism and words used to subjectify, label and oppress, I told him that it goes both ways, that any one of any race can be a racist if they are prejudists. By the time I had finished explaining the book by Steve Biko ' I write what I like' he still looked confused and he asked, " So these words only hurt people who care too much about them? Why dont we just pretend it never meant what it did before?", I almost cracked up, dude is right; we give weight to these words. By being overly sensitive about ...
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