If/when they finally accept you're not a racist their minds will melt, literally
You think I’m a racist? Good.
I’m not. But I’m glad that you think I am.
I’ve been called a racist since 2015 when I publicly flexed that I’m a conservative.
After years of trying to reason with people and explain that I’m not a racist, I finally gave up.
I accepted that no matter that I say or do, it will never be good enough.
- People that love me, won’t require an explanation.
- And people that hate me, an explanation will never be good enough.
I’ll be your racist.
Your Nazi.
Your bigot.
Your fascist.
All of the above.
Fast forward and I watched a young woman get murdered on a train.
Black people celebrated it.
Not all. But many. It was enough to know that I’m hated for my skin color.
I saw the fear in her eyes as the last thing she saw was her killer.
I watched her cover her face in despair as she came to the realization that she was dying and her life as she knew it was over.
This was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
WE. HAVE. A. PROBLEM.
If it makes me a racist to point out that I’m statistically MUCH safer around whites than I am blacks, so be it.
If it makes me a racist to post video after video after video of blacks looting, assaulting, murdering, and terrorizing American society, so be it.
I’m the new face of racism motherfu#%er.
I’m leaning into it too. Fuck it.
It’s nasty work but I’m here for it.