By the time you are ready to turn in this assignment, I will probably be in heaven. Don’t rush your report. Feel free to take your time. But someday, please turn to me and say “I did it. I’ve become happy.” I’ll be waiting.
I hate the internet. I hate how this poem doesn’t need to be finished but it has 13.9k retweets and 21.1k likes. Everyone knows how this poem ends and I hate it
incredible… “I made sure you would see there was a white man under this black skin, because prejudice is only skin deep”
I’m so fucking over white people. For real.
I feel like nobody knows what blackface is, anymore. They just know they’re supposed to be offended by it.
“There’s no post-production or digital changes in this image, it’s all the work of a makeup artist. But I made sure you would see there was a white man under this black skin, because prejudice is only skin deep.
When I did a photo series in a morgue there was a black woman whose skin was deteriorating, and she had white skin underneath. I pointed this out to the morgue manager, who replied that when he was a student in medical school, his teacher took a very thin piece of skin off a corpse, and said: “This is the thickness of racism.”
Did you guys even read the article?
The photographer isn’t even white. He’s half Afro-Cuban and half Honduran. I found all this out with a simple google search.
If anything this just proves how racist some black people have become.
