That photograph is obscene!
So why aren’t we angry about what it depicts?!?
I remember when I read the story of Malcolm X’s father, Earl Little. How he died. Found on the town’s trolley tracks. I remember Emmett Till who had the audacity to flirt, at 15 with a white girl in a store. He was brutally murdered for that grave transgression. The Scottsboro Boys, and even in the recent past, Mr. James Bird Jr., the list goes on and on.
(The white robes and hoods covered the badge in the south for many years.)
You are absolutely correct. Every word you say is true. And I have another idea besides the fear — which I also think is true —
I think we are jealous. That’s right. I think we envy and desire the strength and determination we do not ourselves possess. I think we have actually gotten so sick in the mind that somewhere, somehow, we decided keeping others under foot would increase our own power.
Because that’s the bottom line here. We are afraid of losing power. Not because of what those who may gain it will do to us with it, but more because we just will not have it any longer, or we’d have to share. We love power for the sake of itself.
And we don’t like this about ourselves. We don’t like to know we are not “pure,” (whatever the fuck that means.)
The other elements you pointed to are all there as well. And we pat ourselves on the back for amendment 13! Holy shit, we are mentally ill.
Project. Deflect. Project. Deflect.
Envy, narcissism, greed.
“My life wasn’t like that, so you can bootstrap it too, don’t cha know?”
It is the wrong question, and way way way over simplified, regardless, the truth is obviously “yes.”
Since we hated and hated in the absence of our victimization it only stands to reason that if we ever truly WERE victims, we would be filled with the same stuff we’re filled with sans victimhood.
Hell, we pretend we ARE victims now. So maybe wrong question AND sorta obvious to answer.
Quora sucks for collapsing your answer. I think it was brilliant. I will watch the video when I have an hour + more time to ugly cry.
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