Malcolm X at a meeting in Paris, November 23, 1964

White interviewer:

If it was our white ancestors who bought you and enslaved you, we are their children. We are the new generation. Why don't you call us your brothers?

Malcolm X:

A man has to act like a brother before you can call him a brother. You made a very good point, really, that needs some clarification. If you are the son of the man who had a wealthy estate and you inherit your father's estate, you have to pay off the debts that your father incurred before he died. The only reason that the present generation of white Americans are in the position of economic strength that they are is because their fathers worked our fathers for over 400 years with no pay. For over 400 years we worked for nothing. We were sold from plantation to plantation like you sell a horse, or a cow, or a chicken, or a bushel of wheat. It was your fathers who did it to our fathers, and all of that money that piled up from the sale of my mother and my grandmother and my great-grandmother is what gives the present generation of American whites [the ability] to walk around the earth with their chest out; you know, like they have some kind of economic ingenuity. Your father isn't here to pay his debts. My father isn't here to collect. But I'm here to collect and you're here to pay.


yes adventure time. explain colonialism and racial imperialism to children and high niggas.

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I Am.

I am Reginald. I am a 25 year old writer. I am a thinker. I am a lover. I am a free spirit. I am a trapped person. I am beautiful. I am ugly. I am honest. I am clever. I am just like you, in that we are nothing alike. I am created in the image of God, just like you. What I am is an amalgamation of all of the things that make this world worth living in. I am also a compilation of what’s wrong with the world. This all depends on who you ask, because, the world is not simply a set sequence of events amongst all of us, but an individual thing that we create based on our perspective. That same perspective is what makes us who we are. This is not something that we should ever let become limited.

In America, we have this dualistic paradigm that we seem to be content with; a way of life that we can either be the winners or losers of. The world here seems to be black and white, rich and poor, legal and illegal. Cut and dry. it almost seems surreal that, for being so advanced in the lifestyles that we’ve created amongst the rest of the species among us, we still live in a fashion that is making us fight for our ideas and beliefs to be dominant amongst others who may believe similarly, but can’t get on board with all of the radical (or popular) ideas that you represent. When you think about the fact that a president only needs 51% of a vote to get in office, that has to make you think about the systems that are set in place for you to live under. It’s almost like saying believe in what we as a group believe in and, if we barely edge you out in popularity, be miserable until our turn is up.

A bunch of individuals, living by majority rule. Duality: It’s black and white, even if you see the rainbow in between. On the inside, I shed a tear from the thought of the fact that we are everything that we can imagine, but have to live within the guidelines of what is acceptable, understandable or tolerable. We don’t fit the molds of what people think we should be, therefore we have a tougher time being what we are when we stay true to our nature; it’s not that we have a hurdle to climb when realizing who we are to ourselves, but getting others to comprehend our worth when we don’t have the platform to show that the proverbial mold was meant to be broken.

To be completely direct, I did not write this to make some grand statement on the course of our society, nor did I write this because I’m exuberantly passionate about changing the world. I wrote this for the theoretical losers of a culture that tells you that you can win, just to stick you in limbo while waiting to see if you touch the stick or successfully duck underneath. How low will you go to make good on your end of the bargain to attain the American dream? I’ll guarantee you there’s somebody out there stooping a little lower to make sure you don’t attain it. Why? Because, in this culture, there has to be a winner and a loser.

I am Reginald. I am a loser, according to my culture. I am a winner, according to my abilities. I am something to somebody, somewhere. Most importantly, I am exploring just how diverse of a being I am in this world. I am aware of my worth, as you should be too, and am ready to be who I know. Don’t let the world around you dictate all of who you are inside. It’s inevitable to be influenced by the ideologies of the environment you live in, but it is not impossible to remain true to yourself. You must remember, anything is possible, even if they tell you there’s only one of two ways.



TL:DR Andy is a sore loser. 

This is one of the first comics I ever did for this blog. Someone reminded me of it today, and I decided to reblog it for the new generation of followers because I always enjoyed the punchline. 



It’s 2014. Gotta understand the concept of troll vs blatant attack