i literally hate when people always try to dismiss race and act like it “isn’t a problem anymore”
i’m mixed. my dad is a 6’3 black male, my mom is white w/ blonde hair and blue eyes.
you and your family have never been randomly pulled over by cops on several occasions just so they could ask your mom if she’s “okay”
there’s still a fucking problem
interracial relationships dont end racism, point blank.
I’ve had to listen to old ladies say under their breath “Oh that poor woman, I bet the father left her.” I get gawked at when I call my own mother “Mom” in public. She is mixed, she CAN pass. I am mixed, and I CAN’T. I’ve been separated from her in an airport because they didn’t believe I was her daughter. People are suspicious of me when I run errands for her because they think I’m stealing her identity. “It’s a shame you didn’t get your mommy’s hair.” “But your skin’s so dark compared to hers! You look nothing alike!” “I bet you wish you had your mom’s hazel eyes, huh?” “THAT’S your mom? Really?” and on her end. “So, where’s her father?” “Aren’t you glad she didn’t inherit the kinky hair?” “Wait, you’re not white? What are you then?” “You do look kind of exotic.” “
It’s endless. It’s DISGUSTING. And it’s only gotten worse the older I’ve gotten.
Trust me. It ain’t. fucking. over.
my dad (rly brown mexican) once told me that he was walking me into church one day (when i was a small child) and one of the women there tried to take me away from him bc they didn’t think he was my father.
My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.
And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.
is one direction too powerful or am i too weak