Wednesday, August 10, 2016

How (not) to be an Ally

This whole thing about being an ally to BBI folks (Black, Brown, and Indigenous) is complete and utter bullshit.


An ally in 1939: dying on the battle fields fighting for another country.

An ally in 2016: retweeting #somecauseyoudontknowshitaboutbutfeelobligatedtoretweetsoyoudontgetsocialmediashamed

Unless you are invested (emotionally, physically, psychologically, everythingally) in a cause, you can never be a true ally.

Basically what I'm saying is: unless you were born/identified in that (insert name of marginalized community) group, you can't be a part of it.

So, if I can't be an ally, what can I be, Dr. Taylor?

Be a doorman (or doorwoman or doorperson).

Unlock the door, and hold it open so that we can get access to all those goodies you've built off our backs. We don't need you to speak, don't need you to do anything but shut up, keep quiet, and let us do our thing.

Shit ain't complicated.

But hey, if you still want to be an ally, there are plenty of police bullets (and fists) that you can take for us if you really want to be an OG circa 1939 "ally."

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