Wisps Posts Tagged as 'Racism'
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I cured my mother of whitening me like toothpaste. I used a racist factual history rinse with a white witness to counter her tooth decay. You can call or text them, mother. (Sorry guys. ) They were there. They will confirm. "Oh no, I'm sure it happened," she claims. (Sorry again guys, don't answer.)
My mother was forced to marry my father to cut whatever hold/hate my grandmother had on/for her. Mother was a wild woman in love with the village chunk that my grandmother despised and didn't want near. Daughter's energy needed stifling. I don't know the details but an agreement was struck between my father and abuelita that sent my mother out of Dodge and a better life but away from her fairy tale cowboy. That guy erupted during our preteen years. On a vacation to Puerto Rico before a "real daddy" makeup session stopover, she introduced us to the man that inhabited her hometown and her dreams. He came out of nowhere and hit us like rockets. She praised him like the most handsomest superhero but he was just a cowboy. Hotdiggity, he was available to see her again and her children after all this coincidental time apart. I was not pleased but my sister was furious. During meet and greet mother commented that my sister and I would have looked like his children had she married him when she was supposed to. It's the only time my sister and I did science together. "If we were white!" "Thank God, he wasn't our father! We would have been ugly!" is what my sister said. My sister's plan was to disrupt their honeymoon dinner and sabotage any chance of them canoodling secretly. We spent the whole night running from balcony to balcony rudely interrupting. It's too bad. The food was delicious and the atmosphere was grand.
My mother can't face the idea that she married a black Puerto Rican.
Oh, Oh... to fully annoy her, I called Trump papi. Like "papi Trump got us more money." 30-Dec-2020
The easiest way for children to get over racism is to play together. 18-Jun-2020
I am for equality and respect for all. I think mathematically and look for truth so I can fully assess the chaos and decipher it. I don't stand for causes but I regard everyone. The bad eggs are stopping the community from moving forward because they are the problem. You have every right to peacefully protest for our rights but if you don't acknowledge or condemn the problem you might become the problem. The bad eggs represent everything that destroys a community, making it difficult for cops to enforce peace which leads to overreaction, until it becomes a pattern. The people who cross the community bridge for an honest life are the ones being punished for bad egg action. They represent the superficial gods you worship and I think you need to acknowledge them, for history's sake. The future will ask. Empathy doesn't start with somebody else, it starts with you. 03-Jun-2020
When I ventured away from the "family bubble" I started to encounter racism. The only contact with white people I had growing up were teachers that treated me favorably of whom many I considered mentors.
I would complain to my mother about this treatment and she proclaimed I was imagining things.
"How dare I think so highly of myself to presume people were talking or acting improperly behind my back or to my face."
She chalked it up to a mental disorder and an insecurity of mine. Even when I was voraciously humiliated I counted to ten and took deep breaths so my presumptions wouldn't get the better of me. I would explode, deflate and repeat the process always convinced it was in my head.
When my sister and family were being racially tormented my mother accepted it as truth. I asked her why she believed my sister's racial discrepancies and not mine and she stated it was because my brother-in-law was a black American. I was hurt that my privileged white mother couldn't accept that the world mostly judges in terms of black and white and that being a Puerto Rican wasn't going to change that perception.
It is a disservice to brown people born of two colors to be denied a truth because one parent lives in privilege. 01-Aug-2018
You know you're getting close to equality when they start making you account for your sins. 30-Jun-2018
The gay nurse at my clinic thinks its funny that when there is access to a hazmat suit he likes to borrow it to scare the patients the staff doesn't like with a panic inducing bogus diagnosis. Fuck him. 18-May-2018
My mother had five brothers and sisters just like the Brady Bunch. There were three girls and three boys. My mother was Jan always seeking attention, Big sis was Marcia always getting attention and baby sister was Cindy with the blond curls and angelic facsimile.
Baby sister was born of sin. My grandmother was a pentecostal zealot who was deluded by her pastor. She cleaned his house and tended to his disabled wife. She must have regarded him especially because she became pregnant with twins. My grandfather wouldn't have noticed except the twins were fraternal and even though my favorite aunt was as white as the driven snow her twin was brown. None of my grandparents are brown. My grandfather thought it the worst indignity and he walked out on his family, stranding my grandmother with six kids and extreme poverty.
My grandfather ended up moving to New York and finding success but the spurned cheater struggled every minute of her life in the wastelands of Puerto Rico.
My grandmother awaited forever for the pastor to do the right thing. He helped her out by suggesting she take her oldest (15) daughter out of school and have her work for him at his house to clear the time for my grandmother to find full-time work. To the disillusionment of Big sis it happened. The work was grueling and cruel because he demanded a spotless house and he raped her constantly. Big sis argued and complained to grandmother who would cover her ears and wipe the assault clean. Big sis sought solace with my mother. She would confide that she couldn't take it anymore. My mother took it upon herself to find her dad in New York and begged him to send for her to save her from the abhorrent situation. He agreed to send for her but he wouldn't take care of her. He didn't want the responsibility of a horny teenager blemished through sex. He sent money for the flight but other relatives would take her in. My aunt never looked back.
Pastor, on the other hand, was left without household help. It soon became apparent to mother that grandma was forcing her out of school so she could fulfill her Big sis' destiny. I presume this is where mother's super cleanliness obsession was born. Pastor couldn't keep his hands off mother either, except my mother could hit back and run faster. He tried relentlessly but mother claims he never pinned her down. At the first opportunity, my mother married the first man that would drag her out of hell. That man was my father. 10-Apr-2018
The irony of having a white Puerto Rican mother and a black Puerto Rican father is that they both hated white and black people. 10-Apr-2018