God forgives, the internet don’t

Introduction

We live in a culture where there is almost a savage thrill which comes with exposing other’s folly, stupidity, insensitivity, or down-right polluted opinions. Recently it seems like this kind of action has become the bread and butter of some individual’s/group’s social media fame achievements, and the most cunning of all have even managed to monetize it *ahem* TMZ.

It’s got me thinking. It’s got me thinking about sometimes there are things said online that need exposure, correction, challenging and perhaps a controlled chastisement or two (e.g. unprovoked personal attacks). But it’s also got me thinking about what happens after the fact; to the person in the firing line, and the snipers doing the shooting. Continue reading

Survival Toolkit For 21st Century Blacks

1. Don’t make a mistake. Ever. Your mortality could depend on it.

2. Don’t play with/carry anything that marginally resembles a weapon. Even if it is quite clearly a toy. In your hand it’s a weapon.

3. As soon as you are born, you are a threat. Male or female, child or adult, you’re all the same and you will be eliminated if you breathe out of line.

4.There is no amount of education you can pump yourself with to wipe out racial prejudice against your blackness. When it comes down to it, a gun does not distinguish between who has a degree and who doesn’t. If you’re on that mountaintop, ski down it.

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Unapologetic 6

No doubt it’s been an interesting past few weeks. Heck…year even…but let’s stick with the past few weeks for now.

I just really felt like sharing some of my opinions, despite my recent vow of abstinence in that department. Turns out…I like having my say, I like sharing it, and I like the risk of abuse that comes with it.

Scotland Decided
I was so happy about this…for about 2 seconds, after which I realised the sky high promises that had been made to ensure our unity as Great Britain. Admittedly, I did not follow any of the campaign. I just knew that some Scots wanted to be an independent country. As a person with family members who are Scots…but no. Let me not act like that in any way shape or form influenced my interest or lack thereof in this matter at all. That was almost my ‘but I have a friend who is black’ card. It doesn’t mean anything. Back to the matter, open and close…

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Freewrites 5

It’s been 4 years since I started this blog. Ordinarily that would be a cause for celebration but I just have so many…

…Questions

When will a black body be equal to a white one?

When will justice deign to include every race and not just one?

When will we be allowed the right to express our fury, anger and frustration without being labelled as the ‘savages’ that they always knew we were?

Why do they always require the expression of our pain to be muted, strangled & DIGNIFIED?

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How not to destroy your future prospects due to social media

I don’t even have any preamble for this post. It is what it is. There’s been a really concerning trend and level of disclosure of personal information that I’ve witnessed on social media recently, and it alarmed me. A couple of things to consider:
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Unapologetic 5

On yer bike!

This week marked the ignominious departure of Manchester United manager David Moyes in a blaze of derision, scorn, and religious praise.

I feel conflicted about this, because even though he had it coming (breaking records of failure to the extent only the ‘specialist in failure’ has excelled him), I’m not quite sure he deserved the level of abuse he got since his departure. Social media in particular, has been unrepentant in the fervour of its attack, and when you have betting franchises adding to the insult with stunts like this:moyes-statue_ft Caption: David Moyes, For services to Liverpool Football Club

you have to start calling it what it is…[cyber] bullying/vindictive.
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Unapologetic 4

It’s a been a while folks, but there were some issues I’ve been thinking about lately that I wanted to gist with you all.

You Only Get One Shot

I’m going to confess my sins right now and say that I have betrayed the vow I took some one or two years ago, never to get swallowed up in the crying/predictable/long and weekend-consuming vortex that is X Factor again. It seems the slightly adjusted and more original format this year proved too intriguing to resist, and admittedly at least since boot camp, I’ve kept up with every episode.

Now that that’s done, I just want to raise a few things. What a bunch of mewing cry-babies there are on the show this year! The amount of possibly crocodile/genuine under pressure rivers of Jordan that have been shed, would put a day centre nursery to shame. It’s like it’s now no longer enough to hear ‘This is my whole life” 50 million times throughout the show, it must now be backed up by unattractive contorted faces, sobs, and apparently weak lower limbs which keep collapsing to the ground like marshmallow (with a few twerks added in for good measure) every time a decision is made and it GOES THEIR WAY. I’ve been appalled at the amount of grown-ass men and women who have not minded bawling their way through a show watched by millions across the nation, to the point I started jumping and screaming at my TV “MAN THE HECK UP! MAN UP!”.

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