Je ne veux pas que vous prouviez que vous « n’êtes pas raciste ». Je veux que vous sachiez que vous êtes le produit d’un régime raciste efficace qui a capitalisé sur l’oppression et la suppression noire durant des siècles. Je veux que vous réalisiez qu’être raciste est plus Américain que la tarte aux pommes.
No quiero que comprueben que “no son racistas”. Quiero que sepan que son el subproducto del régimen próspero racista que se ha aprovechado de la opresión y la supresión hacia la gente negra. Quiero que se den cuenta que el ser racista es más americano que el pie de manzana.
I don’t want you to feel at ease. I want you to know that you are the byproduct of a successful racist regime that has capitalized off of Black oppression and suppression for centuries. I want you to shed light on the corners of your subconscious you’ve glossed over for years. I want you to realize that being racist is more American than apple pie.
It’s hard to talk about systems of oppression that we benefit from. Light skinned tears don’t belong in the conversation of colorism because you can’t benefit from and be a victim of the same form of oppression.
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