I don’t really want to know, but I always wonder: when was this halcyon time when white culture was created by white people and white people alone? Because I literally cannot think of a time in recorded history when such a thing happened. Granted, I’m not a historian, but I’ve read Herodotus: he talks about what…

You know the old saying: When unimaginative sentient toenail fungus gives you bananas, you have a banana split party and don’t invite anyone else.

For some kinds of help

I completely believe she’s devastated and horrified and furious. And I’m sure she knows about lynching being a thing. I’m just trying to point to something I’m finding extremely hard to put into words.

As a fellow white person, I have to slightly disagree with the notion that the mother must understand the seriousness of this. I’m sure she has some intellectual idea of it, if only for her son’s sake. But I believe that white people have no idea what it’s like to live day-to-day as a black person because we’re spared…

Would you believe me if I told you the context of the scene makes it even worse? Because it does.

Censorship is a concept I find fundamentally abhorrent, but I swear on the OED I would make an exception for Firefly. That book is garbage. I wouldn’t even throw it across the room; the wall doesn’t deserve it.

I’m beginning to think the best thing I can do as a white person trying to be a good ally is help you pack, because Jesus Christ, I don’t trust us any more either.

If “attempted lynching” following these little mewling putrescences around for the rest of their lives is the price for the eight-year-old HAVING the rest of his life, then ring them up at the register, because by God, they should pay it.