Why I write…
My friend X asked me today, Truthbetold, why do you write? What does it do for you?
Well….let me explain, folks. First, being a black woman, I’m always sitting in the back of the bus. I was born with two strikes against me. Female and coloured. No one cares to listen to anything I have to say. I don’t matter. Society told me so since age 10. So I write to keep sane, to keep the fires burning, to continue this long and arduous process of un-brainwashing myself from the damages done by AmeriKlan society.
But Truthbetold, he says, aren’t you worried that white (and some blacks) people are going to read your many, many rantings and get mad? Are you crazy??? I want them to read it! Whites are as affected by black racism as we are. They are the originators of it. Therefore, they are the crux of the problem. I feel that I write not so much for my black readers but the white racist ones. Which is probably all of AmeriKlan.
This blog is my $150.00 an hour therapy session. I NEED it. I see racism everywhere. Being the invisible woman that I am, not one person makes an attempt to correct it. Because they don’t give a fuck. They’re not affected by it so why change it? Also, consider that they don’t want change because it benefits them.
Well I do give a fuck. This is as much my country as it is theirs. And till racism is dead, I’ll keep on ranting.