You all continue to miss the point, it’s about white supremacy controlling women’s bodies is a mean to an end. They don’t care about you, any of you. You serve no purpose only as a vessel for whiteness and you all have sold your uterus to protect your whiteness and
No white man has any intention of setting white women up for a level playing field, the only arena in which you have power is over people of color which is why you’re so set on selling us down river yet again.
You think it’s us they want to have babies??? HA!
These laws all of this is to imprison us or use our bodies for this imperial wretch.
Those people of color will either be trying to survive childbirth, dying from it or imprisoned because of restrictive abortion laws.
And then who’s left? You.
White Womens,
When it comes to white men, you only matter in COMPARISON TO US, you don’t matter at all WITHOUT US.
And if this is the first time you’re realizing that, it may already be too late for you.
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When I was in middle school I had to be in both gifted and special Ed for gym. They didn’t have anywhere for me to go during that period so they stuck me in the reading teacher’s room.
The teacher didn’t know me other than that she was to watch me for 45 minutes every other day
So she and my aide (who was weird and kept crying about my disability—literally) used to gossip with each other about whatever while I was left to my own devices. I was very bored and they were very irritating, so I, also a fatty, decided to mess with them.
There always seemed
To be leftover cupcakes from her other classes and I wanted them. There also happened to always be a reading prompt or problem on the bored for her other classes.
So, every time I saw that there were both at the same time, I would tell them “if I can repeat verbatim what
Here’s the thing that tires is, we’ve already told you. We’ve told your mommas, your grandmas, your aunties and your cousins generation after generation we have told you.
Tomes are dedicated to educating you. Classes have been conducted to coddle you. Directions laid out
Step by step and the question still seems to be “what do we do?” Over and over again as though our pleas were silent screams and our work blown away like dust.
It is far too late to ask “what do we do?”
Black, indigenous and women and queer people of color are done.
The tomes sit dusty on the shelf. You showed up late to class. The directions are now irrelevant.
We’re out.
The question is no longer “what do we do?”
We weren’t a we when you all were so easily persuaded by your racism. We weren’t a we when you refused to “talk politics”
One of the things I cannot impress enough to Black folks is that if hospitals reach capacity the racism you fear in regards to the vaccine will pale in comparison to what I fear will happen if medical rationing falls into effect.
1/25 black people has a disability and likely far more if we’re being honest with ourselves.
Early drafts of medical rationing guidelines denied care based off of disability and “quality of life.”
If concerned and comparing the Covid 19 vaccine to Tuskegee, be concerned
About what might happen if you are admitted to an overflowing hospital and someone, a medical system we know operates within systemic racism , has to calculate whether a Black person is worth saving—or if someone else is “more deserving”
Of that bed.
I want to elaborate on the post I made last night.
“I don’t think we talk enough about the tension between the discourse of ‘believe all women’ and the very real fears Black, indigenous and people of color have of white women’s tears.”
Part 1
Part 2
I want to add, that yes, I do recognize that birth conversations are deep in the gender binary and that many men and non binary people do carry and have children. Unfortunately, I do not see this predicted conversation allowing space for that.
Just had a deep existential crisis over a pretty keyboard that doesn’t work with my laptop.
Basically went from: my laptop won’t recognize this cute blue keyboard
To: what is the point of existing if we’re just going to slog through 40+ years of work, 5+
Days a week only hoping for maybe 2 weeks of vacation that we’ll be afraid to take because we don’t want to lose our jobs, Being on the receiving end of micro aggressions after micro aggressions and gaslighting so I can pay off a mountain of debt in the midst of a collapsing
Country and on top of all that I CANT SPEND ANY OF THAT TIME LOOKING AT PRETTY THINGS BECAUSE THE PRETTY THING I BOUGHT TO HELP ME ENDURE EVEN A LITTLE BIT OF THAT IS NOT COMPATIBLE WITH MY LAPTOP.