Burn, Motherfucker. OR: There IS No “Black Power” in This White Man’s America . . . Only “White Adjacent”-Power. And I Have No Interest in Settling for Such Crumbs.

He seems interesting. In fact, I’m not only curious about him and his dad, I also wonder what relevant events this guy might want us to prepare for. I just wish I knew his name. . . .

I’mma tell it. I’mma say the quiet part out loud — the part older generations of Black folks are TIRED of saying out loud because no one listens, not even younger Black people. Or, as them Grown Folks might say:

“Can’t tell white people nothin’. Can’t tell young people nothin’.” Or, if you’re a fan of fables and analogies:

He WAS the G.O.A.T. for a reason. AND he was SO PRETTY. . . .

Either way, both groups are notorious for having very fine Real Shit-filters wrapped around their brains. Black people almost always grow out of that — they usually have to for survival’s sake and even if they don’t, seeing and living Breathing While Black on Planet Earth does away with that filter sooner rather than later.

As for the numbers of white people who lose their Real Shit-filter . . . eh, I dunno how to calculate percentages that small.

Now, despite having been tarred, myself, as both those things by many and varied people (even at forty, I’m apparently still “young people” and an Oreo, and will…