musicismyradar- asked: Have you heard of/read the book Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin?
Yes. It’s absolute trash. So he did blackface for a few weeks. Big fucking deal. He still has no idea what it means to be black. To be born and raised black. To know nothing else but being treated as inferior. To be constantly told that you are inferior by books, music, tv, fashion. To not see yourself represented in any of those things. To struggle to find clothes that fit you properly. To look through magazines and never find make-up tips or hair tips you can actually use. To live the double life of who you are with your family and who you are among strangers. Having to participate in and be aware of multiple worlds at the same time. To constantly operate in a gray area. To navigate a world with rules that were not made for you, rules that were made to subject you. To have to try to fit into a mold that you know you can’t fit into. To never be told you are beautiful. To be constantly objectified and sexualized. To constantly be left out of important discussions. To have no history other than the history of slavery. To know that your last name is probably the name of the white master who owned your family. To not know where your ancestors came from. To not know who your great-grandparents were. To be told to go back to Africa yet not be considered kinfolk by Africans. To have any failure attributed to your blackness and any success attributed to your overcoming of blackness. To be looked down upon and criminalized no matter what you do. To never be sure if you are safe. To have to avoid strangers and certain parts of town. To avoid going to white friends’ houses because their parents/grandparents or neighbors are probably racist. To know that the cops are more likely to kill you than help you. To have to rush home before dark. To have completely different ways of doing “normal things.” To have different food, different hair products, different etiquette, different words and different slang. To know the nuances of yams, chilluns, shower caps, flat irons, relaxers, naturals, and Sunday best. To be told blatantly and subtly that you are not part of American culture—American culture is not for you. To have your culture mocked, disrespected, imitated, and plagiarized. To be told you have no real culture at all. And then to be told by white people you aren’t black enough.
White people will never ever understand what it means to be black or to be any other person of color. Never.