Yet Another (R)acebook Ban

It’s a sad country that we live in where freedom of speech has so rapidly diminished — especially when it relates to racial justice and equality. Yesterday, I caught a 7-day Facebook ban for posting the following:

Dear White People:

The terminology that we use to define a problem determines how we attempt to solve it. You are so accustomed to defining racism as people of color being the problem that you want to fix us, patronize us, save us and heal us. You rarely perceive yourselves as the problem (which is where the root of the problem lies). Thus, your interventions are most often ill-informed, misdirected and yield no meaningful or sustainable results.

At some point, you must come to terms with your ancestral role in creating the very concept of racism. You must also examine the many ways in which you wield power and unearned privilege to perpetuate it. If you’re brutally honest with yourselves, you will take ownership (just as you have taken and continue to take everything else) and devise intelligent ways to solve this messy social problem once and for all. HINT: You will achieve this feat ONLY by looking within.

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The question that I ask white people each time I receive a Facebook ban (this is my third) is this: WHERE IS THE LIE? If you would pause long enough to face the butt-naked truth, you would cease reacting, get still, acknowledge and confront that fragile demon that has you psychologically bound and generationally cursed.

The first thing that most white people tend to do when you see my Dear White People salutation is immediately draw on your responsibility-deflecting defense mechanism known as white fragility.  Yet, if you were intelligent at all, you would understand that my salutation speaks to white supremacy as a system, and every white person is born and socialized into this system… not to mention that exercising your fragility merely perpetuates white supremacist ideologies.

It frustrates, but doesn’t surprise me that most white people are so hell-bent on suppressing the truth about your role in racial injustice and inequality. Rather than self-examine, you cowardly take the path of least resistance by getting all wrapped up in your feelings and lashing out in passive-aggressive ways in attempts to destroy the messenger. However, what you do not know is that being a black woman, I have survived much worse. Each time you engage all manner of deception to try and reduce me to ashes for speaking truth that you would prefer not to hear and address, know this: like the Phoenix, I WILL RISE AGAIN.

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Racism: A White Male Perspective

The author of this piece is Scott Woods (a white male), although I do not know him. I’m sharing his words here, because they’re resonating deeply with me tonight. I’d love to hear your thoughts about it.

“The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you.

“Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.”

We Are Still Here

WE ARE STILL HERE
by Mary A. Canty Merrill, PhD

(excerpted from my anthology: Why Black Lives Matter (Too): A Revolutionary Call to Action)

Black people have been through many traumatic experiences. Our hearts have been cut deeply. Our minds have been twisted. Our bodies have been abused. Yet, despite all that we have been through, and though we may be weary at times, we are still here.

We were kidnapped from our native land—Mother Africa, yet we are still here.

We were shackled in chains, and crammed into the bowels of ships headed for the New World, yet we are still here.

We were forced to sail for weeks, months—and sometimes a year—amid inhumane and diseased conditions, yet we are still here.

We were torn from our families and loved ones, yet we are still here.

We were sold into slavery as property, yet we are still here.

We were raped and sexually abused by slaveholders, yet we are still here.

We were hung and brutally whipped, yet we are still here.

We were branded and mutilated, yet we are still here.

We were hunted down like wild animals, yet we are still here.

We were imprisoned for minor infractions—or no infractions at all—without legal defense or recourse, yet we are still here.

We were spat on, tormented and insulted, yet we are still here.

We were forced into hard labor from sunup to sundown, yet we are still here.

We were devalued as human beings, yet we are still here.

We were used as prizes in lotteries, yet we are still here.

We were used as wagers in card games and horse races, yet we are still here.

We were allotted the bare minimum of food, yet we are still here.

We were given the cast-off clothing of whites, yet we are still here.

We were abused and exploited through medical experimentation, yet we are still here.

We were provided no care for our health, yet we are still here.

We were placed in situations that jeopardized our well-being, yet we are still here.

We were forbidden to buy or sell goods without a permit, yet we are still here.

We were forbidden to own livestock, yet we are still here.

We were subject to nightly curfews, yet we are still here.

We were forced to live in meager shelter with leaky roofs, thin walls and dirt floors, yet we are still here.

We were forbidden to read and write, yet we are still here.

We were forbidden to marry outside of our race, and sometimes forbidden to marry at all, yet we are still here.

We were coerced into nursing white babies, yet we are still here.

We were treated harshly by cruel overseers and made an example to others, yet we are still here.

We were stripped of our freedom, yet we are still here.

We were in physical bondage for 300 years, yet we are still here.

We were subjected to a hard, miserable life that is now difficult to imagine, yet we are still here.

We possessed nothing except our dignity, yet we are still here.

We were forced into segregation, yet we are still here.

We were bitten by vicious dogs, attacked with tear gas and sprayed with fire hoses, yet we are still here.

We were searched at any time and for any reason, yet we are still here.

We were sharecroppers who were cheated and denied land ownership, yet we are still here.

We were robbed of our heritage, history and resources, yet we are still here.

We were denied our constitutional rights, yet we are still here.

We are subject to racial profiling, yet we are still here.

We have been forced into mass incarceration, yet we are still here.

We are still considered an inferior race, yet we are still here.

We have endured modern day genocide, yet we are still here.

We built this country called America with our blood, sweat, and tears, yet we are still here.

We have endured hundreds of years of racism, discrimination and oppression, yet despite everything that we have been through, we are still here.

WE ARE A STRONG, RESILIENT AND NOBLE PEOPLE… AND WE ARE STILL HERE!

She!

I am humbled and deeply appreciative of being the muse for Tarlvin Randall’s latest creative piece, entitled SHE!

SHE!
SHE RESISTED!
SHE PERSISTED!
SHE WAS DETERMINED!
SHE OPPOSED!
SHE STOOD HER GROUND!
SHE KNEW HER RIGHTS!
SHE IS A SHERO!
SHE IS A CHAMPION!
SHE IS A VICTOR!
SHE!
SHE SHOWS HER LOVE!
SHE SHOWS HER SUPPORT!
SHE SHOWS HER SINCERITY!
SHE SHOWS HER STRONG WILL!
SHE SHOWS HER STRENGTH!
SHE SHOWS HER LEADERSHIP!
SHE SHOWS HER DEDICATION!
SHE SHOWS HER WORDS!
SHE SHOWS HER UNDERSTANDING!
SHE SHOWS HER FIGHT BACK SPIRIT!
SHE!
SHE PREVENTED!
SHE BLOCKED!
SHE SURROUNDED!
SHE HINDERED!
SHE DEFIED!
SHE OPPOSED!
SHE OBSTRUCTED!
SHE SABOTAGED!
SHE REFUSED!
SHE CONFRONTED!
SHE!
SHE SPOKE FOR THE MUTE!
SHE STOOD FOR THE AMPUTEE!
SHE HEARD FOR THE DEAF!
SHE SIMPLIFIED JUSTICE!
SHE EDUCATED THE IGNORANT!
SHE KNEW THAT HER LIFE AND HER CHILDREN’S ALONG WITH OUR LIVES AND OUR CHILDREN’S LIVES MATTERED!
SHE IS OUR MODERN DAY HARRIET!
SHE IS A LIBERATOR!
SHE IS A LOCKSMITH!
SHE IS!

 

© Copyright 2017 Tarlvin Randall

Facebook Censorship

Within the past four (4) days, I have been banned TWICE for posting the truth about white supremacy on Facebook. My first ban was for a 24 hour period for posting the following:

“Dear White Women: When I posted about white people statistically being the biggest terror threat to this country, it includes you, too. As mothers, sisters, wives, daughters and lovers (and not to mention your majority vote in our most recent Presidential election), you don’t get a pass, because you are just as dangerous.”

After my 24 hour ban, I caught an immediate 72 hour ban (still in effect) for re-posting the reason for the initial ban. Since then, Facebook has systematically deleted every one of my posts speaking out against white supremacy.

My question to Facebook and anyone who would dare to argue with the factual statement that got me banned in the first place is this: WHERE’S THE LIE?

The shameful part is that numerous people have contacted Facebook to report hate speech against Blacks, Muslims, Jews, and other demographics who have historically faced — and in most cases, continue to face — racism and oppression. Facebook’s response is most often the reported post “does not violate our community standards.” There’s a reason why no one can gain access to a live person within the company and why Facebook continues to allow the spread of hatred and threats against disenfranchised groups, as well as attempt to censor voices who speak out against white supremacy, particularly women of color. Facebook has their own agenda, and it’s certainly not to support racial justice and equality. My new moniker for them is (R)acebook.

Meanwhile, a shout-out and deep appreciation to all of you who have spoken out in solidarity with me.  There is much work to be done in the fight against white supremacy, and I WILL NOT BE SILENCED. Onward!

 

 

Why Black Lives Matter (Too)

why-blm2-cover-image  The Black Lives Matter movement evolved as a protest against police brutality against unarmed black men. This book extends beyond police brutality to revolutionize the national conversation about racial injustice and inequality and advocate for freedom and justice for all black Americans. We are the voices for equality. Recognizing that the fight for social justice and equality is bigger than any one person and that there is room for diverse talents and expertise of anyone who is committed to freedom, this multi-contributor anthology addresses a range of hot-button issues and racial disparities that disproportionately impact the black community. This is a call to action that will challenge you to confront your long-held values and beliefs about black lives and confront your own white privilege and fragility as you examine racial justice and equality in a revolutionary way.

All proceeds benefit The Sentencing Project, a non-profit organization advocating for a fair and effective U.S. criminal justice system.

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Connecting through Authenticity

Today, I’m feeling blessed to have the opportunity to observe and participate in the crisis points of my clients’ lives. As a student of human suffering, I’ve learned the many ways in which we cope with and rise above the dark moments of our existence. I’ve also learned that when we reach the end of life, it’s not the superficial occurrences that will give us depth and meaning, but having embraced the core of our being and crushed and dismantled those strongholds that threatened to destroy us.

When I meet you, I don’t care about your title, alma mater, profession, socioeconomic status, or list of contacts. I don’t care about your race, ethnicity, gender, age, marital status, sexual orientation, or religion. I don’t care whether you’re short or tall, thick or thin. I don’t care if you’re a Democrat, Republican, Libertarian, identify with any other political party, or even if you vote at all. What I do care and feel most compassionate about is YOU – a living, breathing, imperfect, and unique human being with unlimited potential. So tell me about the aspects of your life that really matter.

Tell me why you believe what you believe, behave as you behave, and do the things that you do. Tell me about your dreams, visions, and passions. Tell me about your fears, frustrations, and failures. Tell me what motivates you to get up, brush yourself off, and try again after you’ve suffered a mighty blow. Tell me what makes you laugh and what reduces you to tears. Tell me what keeps you up thinking late at night. Tell me what you’re tolerating, and haven’t yet mustered the courage to release. Tell me what keeps you going when the chips are down and you’re feeling all alone. Tell me what you’ve read that changed your life or provoked you to think differently.

Tell me how you’ve challenged your assumptions to draw more informed conclusions. Tell me who you love, who loves you back, and what that genuine love feels like. Tell me about a time when you were ready to give up, but someone cared enough to invest in you. Tell me what you’ve learned about yourself as you travel this journey called life. Tell me what excites and gives you hope for a better and brighter tomorrow. Finally, tell me what you’ve done or what you’re doing to help win a victory for humanity.

Living from within is what makes us human, nurtures our soul, and strengthens our purpose. It’s only when you and I have connected at this level of authenticity that we will have something meaningful to talk about.

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Zondria Merrill I can totally relate to this 💗
Paula Miller
Paula Miller This. Right here. Is off the chain.
Kesha Pepin
Kesha Pepin I have survived things many folks never experience. I did not allow them to make me hard. I do struggle to show my vulnerabilities, but I’m sincerely moved when someone genuinely wants to know. You are changing the world, Mary Ann Canty Merrill. I appreciate your guidance as I challenge all my remaining assumptions.
JL Bryant
JL Bryant Well said. Amen.
Jaz Kins
Jaz Kins You give me so much hope.
Kay Shatzer-Kerr Raypholtz
Kay Shatzer-Kerr Raypholtz Love this. I work as a counselor/family counselor in a correctional facility. People tell me that they couldn’t do what I do, and that’s okay. They weren’t called. I hear the most terrible things, but I count it as an honor that they trust me enough toSee More
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Tahesha Knapp Christensen
Tahesha Knapp Christensen Beautiful words from someone who deeply cares. Thank you.
Teresa Chase
Teresa Chase Beautiful.❤️
Andrea Ruehrwein Raynor
Andrea Ruehrwein Raynor Wow. Thank you Mary! So beautifully said from your beautiful heart. Sitting with your words and bowing to the wisdom.
Katherine Moss
Katherine Moss You are a very inspiring person.
Sandy Grunden Holland
Sandy Grunden Holland If we all could take this approach toward each other what a wonderful world it would be.
Maybe because of my personal life experiences I approach everyone with this attitude…
I have no right to judge or condemn someone I know nothing about.See More
Jacki Chuculate
Jacki Chuculate Ohhhh this… for activists and marginalized.. with a crowdfunding for access….
Stacy Olum M
Stacy Olum M Invaluable piece!
Kerry Bray
Kerry Bray Amen 🙏💗
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