“Race” in the American workplace from a simple Black perspective... by Grey Williamson

Black man, underpaid, spends considerable effort not being blamed for something that can get him fired while trying to avoid not feeling “slave-ish”.
Black woman, underpaid, does the job of easily a dozen people for a pat on the back and less than the pay rate of one... while she tries to keep her head down long enough to retire before being burned out.
Both periodically deal with the mindf**k of watching the lazy, complaining, incompetent, but entitled co-worker get promoted past them, earning ultimately many times their salary just for showing up.
Each spends considerable time questioning their respect and dedication to the efforts of those that came before them, while they feel twisted up inside for not carrying the flag of the Black empowerment agenda higher.
All the while, they contend with the presence of c**ns...
These horrible sellout, bucking and shining negros that slip into these environments, playing their colored skins into a tool to nestle into a position of comforting “Massa’s” testicles... long enough to become “your” managers.
You know them, these tough-talking, almost corporate looking, self-important proponents of doing things the “right way” and being “accountable”... while they screw up every position that they stole by taking credit for the work of others... leaving right before they get fired and remarkably continuing to fail uphill...
perpetually adding ammunition for discriminatory work-mates to fire at you while you’re just trying to get your job done and survive in the workplace.
A good part of the Black cultural “job” experience is trying to figure out how to resolve wanting to slant someone’s head sideways without upending your own precarious position... and medicating the little stabbings that occur daily...
The little deaths.
And you wonder why there’s so much substance abuse and family conflict in what is left of our communities.
I write this to let you know that you are not alone... that your truth is “the” truth, and you have the right to feel fu**ed up when that vacation day a**hole gets promoted and your buddy gets fired for taking an extra 10 minutes on that cigarette break...
... and the one that put the hammer on him was that lavender tie, custard pocket-square wearing... or that bobbed perm, too-red lipstick wearing... smilie-so-bright-at-owner supervisor that’s better than you... than all of us that just don’t get “it”.
Keep your head up.
Fight the power.
Live your life.

~ grey

MORE HILLARY CLINTON UNVEILING: Black Children to Prison Pipeline Matters

Bill Clinton is sometimes known as the first African-American president and Hillary Clinton won the South Carolina primary with an overwhelming majority of the African-American vote. But what is their true record on helping the black community? Cenk Uygur, host of The Young Turks, presents a Final Judgment on Hillary Clinton's true record with African-Americans.

During a speech on criminal justice reform, she was confronted on her use of the label "Super Predators" for Black children with problematic behavior and equating them to wild dogs that need to be brought "to heel".

In response, Clinton lied... Casually...
"You want to hear the facts, or you just wanna talk... You know what, Nobody's ever asked me before... I'll be happy to address it, but you're the first person to ask me..."
And then invalidated... Casually...
"Okay, back to the issues."

She was asked, simply, to apologize for the role she played in mass incarceration... that her husband admitted publicly was a terrible mistake.

Her and her husband used welfare "reform", criminal justice "reform" and trade "reform" to destroy the lives of an entire generation of Black children from Arkansas to Haiti.

They celebrated the immediate results and her husband waited until after his two terms and "immunity" to admit his role in the moneymaking horrors.

This is not an exaggeration. The info is readily available.

The worst kind of racist is the one that likes you only in an inferior position, and expects your blind support... even to your own detriment.

They expect you to sell out your people for the opportunity to keep company with your superiors.

Open your eyes.

Protect your neck.


~ Grey

GLOBAL BLACKNESS: We Are Everyone: Intimidated by the Grandeur of Black World History?

Nayara Justino thought her dreams had come true when she was selected as the Globeleza carnival queen in 2013 after a public vote on one of Brazil's biggest TV shows. Subscribe to The Guardian ► http://is.gd/subscribeguardian But some regarded her complexion to be too dark to be an acceptable queen.



While I am happy for Nayara Justino... and I know that there is a good percentage of the populace that needs to be struck in the head with the reality of that barbaric, satanic, historical experience...
I do not have it in me to watch another TV or Cinema production about the Black "slave" experience.
I just can't.
There are many that are intimidated by the grandeur of Black world history. They are afraid that, to address the whole of Black culture and personality would diminish theirs.
But when has that ever happened?
Where in history have we done anything but enhance and enrich every thing around us?
Who can say that they are not better for Black style and influence... and say it without Black contributions to their "voice"?
We are more than just the result of oppression and abuse. We have more to say than to scream out in pain... 
"We" are everyone. "We" own everyone's stories.
This is why I art.
I want to help to show the world a complete human existence, one "work" at a time...
And help it be made whole.
So be it.

~ Grey


As children, our father used to take my siblings and I to the annual Dayton African American Cultural Festival (DAACF). I remember buying my first Africa-inspired jewelry... a red, black and green continent of Africa on a black leather cord. I think it had beads. I also remember being timid about wearing it in public. I longed to own a "100% Black Queen" t-shirt or a variation that I spotted at the festival, but I was worried that I would be called out as a poser or a fraud. It was the "100%" that troubled me as a child of a Black man and a Korean woman. My young mind couldn't reconcile what I believed was the exclusion of my Korean heritage from the celebration of my Black pride. Our father taught us that we were Black, regardless of what society labeled us. And though I secretly wished that I was 100% Black, the Africa-necklace stayed in my jewelry box and I never asked my daddy to buy me the "100% Black Queen" t-shirt. 



My story is not unique. In elementary school, when taking standardized tests, I was sometimes forced to choose a race or instructed to "check all that apply." When I did have to choose one, my teachers and my parents said I had to choose Black. When I was teased by other children, it was because of my "slanty eyes", so Black felt safe...it felt strong. By the time I got to college, I was more militant than mild, to the point that my dad asked that I "tone it down," at least in public. Another layered lesson.  

Years later, with the rise of social media, it became easy to connect with others who shared a similar heritage. At first, it was exciting to connect and swap stories of our bi-racial, bi-cultural experiences. It was a bittersweet mix of experiences... of immigrant parents worried their children wouldn't assimilate and find success in America... shame from not being able to speak our Mother tongue... unique blends of soul/seoul food at family meals... the embracing of our labels of "half" or "hapa"... Then I noticed how some of my fellow "Blasians" felt that by being "mixed" they were somehow the envy of all others. Just enough drops of Black, but not too much cause good hair and all. 



Well, damn. Should I spoil the party and tell them that the "hateration" they feel may not be because of jealousy but due to their anti-blackness and self-hatred? That being called "exotic" was not necessarily the compliment they thought it was...? I did not want to confront the anti-blackness of my Black friends, regardless of their percentage of Blackness. I was not equipped and I was tired, so I pulled back.

How you gon’ win when you ain’t right within
How you gon’ win when you ain’t right within
How you gon’ win when you ain’t right within
Come again
Come again, come again, come again, come again
— Lauryn Hill, Lyrics from "Doo Wop (That Thing)"


Fortunately, I've discovered some thought-leaders who are working hard to combat anti-blackness and white supremacy in the Asian community, among other battles: 

If you have more to add, please let me know via twitter @onjena


So, what have I learned? I am not required to choose. I am 100% human. 

And... I can say it loud. You don't have to be Black to celebrate Blackness. What the hell is 100% Black anyway? No, seriously, is there a test? Do we get a certificate? Is that what the race card is for? Or maybe, the 100% is about keeping it real.

FUTURE TOPICS: Celebrating vs Appropriating Blackness. Queen/King/Monarchy/Imperialist/Colonial shit must end. 

~ Onjena Yo

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