So we’re about 2 weeks in since that Popeye’s sandwich broke the internet (I have yet to try, I don’t do long lines or mayonnaise) and we’ve reached the part of the program where the fun police have pulled up. It isn’t even white people this time, it’s coming from within because even some black people are just so unfamiliar with black joy they just feel the need to stomp it down. They regurgitate the same rhetoric as racist whites; we can stand in line for chicken but not to vote or get a job. Followed by their favorite punctuation “but y’all ain’t ready for that conversation”. No, you aren’t. You only had one point, you made it. You have no follow ups. Admittedly, do I cringe at some of these videos of people actually fighting and wyling out because Popeye’s ran out? Yes. I’m not usually the one who cares about what the fuck *we* are doing in public, but it’s like come on son, y’all grown as fuck. But as I’ve said before about Jordans, chains, Black Panther, and whatever “distraction” seems to be trending amongst we niggas, we can walk and chew gum at the same time. There’s more to life than hyper focusing on our own oppression.
It’s also just patently false. Black people turn out as much as any other electorate, black people support black businesses (because I mean who the fuck else is), and Popeye’s is a nationally recognized fast food chain, Black Twitter didn’t discover them. Black people aren’t being held back by lack of discipline, it’s the, you know, actual racism. Woke police are quick to shame and belittle their own people on social media platforms they don’t own, from their iPhones not remotely seeing the irony. We’re already black in America and can’t even make jokes about a sandwich without some nigga in a patchy beard saying we let the culture down. Black joy isn’t a distraction from the ultimate goals, it’s a distraction from the fucked up world we’re living in. Some people rather watch videos of us being beaten, harassed and killed everyday, I can’t do it. That doesn’t mean it isn’t on my mind, it just means I rather be laughing than crying right now. I’m never not aware that I’m a middle class? black man in America. I know where the racism is if I’m ever looking for it.
Woke police aspire to be “the talented tenth” but all they’ve picked up is how to scold and present themselves as superior. They don’t want liberation, they want to be in charge. So much so, they are jealous of a fucking sandwich garnering more attention that they can ever dream of. Joy is revolutionary. Finding, embracing, sharing while Woke Police go out of their way to try and remind us of our place. The assumption that we must not know better is the same inherent anti blackness they claim to fight against. Patronizing suggestions of polling places in Popeye’s because apparently niggas just never had the incentive to vote in the 50 years we’ve been legally allowed to (in most of the country). But I mean, if they wanna have food at polling places besides them terrible baked goods, I’ll take a 3 pc spicy with a Warren/Castro and a No on Question 1.