Gaza and the United States Ain’t as Different as You’d Like to Believe

I am a Black marginalized person who has grown up in the amerikkkan propaganda machine that continuously distracts me with ridiculous psychological and physical check points meant to assess my willingness to cosign on my own oppression.

I learned from a very young age that to survive this system, I needed to be silent. I needed to be obedient. I should never ask questions and just do as I’m told. I learned that when I was quiet and obedient and people harmed me, it was always my fault. It was my fault for being noticed, for doing what they said, and it didn’t matter whether or not I spoke up about it. My options comprised of carrying the shame in secret or telling others and carrying that shame and their scorn publicly. The lesson: learn to never let it happen again. I was supposed to figure out how to protect myself without making it obvious that I found people dangerous and harmful.

My options for navigating this fuckshit known as amerikkkan culture have always been complete garbage.

Black people who know our history in this violent ass society know that we have been terrorized since our ancestors were trafficked to this land. That every attempt to liberate ourselves, even using their rules, has been met with swift and overwhelming violence. Everything from the tone of our…