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I would like to add that the differences between MLK andEl-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz can be understood as different political and rhetorical strategies. MLK sought change from within the existing system; El-Shabazz wanted to completely throw out the system and start fresh. He was a radical, bless him. When we compare the two, in many keys ways we are comparing 'apples and oranges'. Lindsey, to give you some perspective on how your skewed writing speaks to long held myths, check out this paper.
Growing up, I was the minority being white so you have no idea how much I was made fun of or called "little white girl" or picked on because of how I was dressed. But because that wasn't common, it was ok for them to say that to me?
I think we found the heart of the 'reverse' racism issue in this question. There's a sense of 'turning the tables' or hypocrisy. Being on the receiving end of racism hurts, but why must your experience be signified as more hurtful, more racist? Racism, whatever form or direction it flows, is NOT ok. Your question does not relate to racism, however. It speaks to prejudice. And we must distinguish between the two. They are not interchangeable terms and they do not have (necessarily) the same consequences. My Joshua grew up down in South Side St Pete. His ass was kicked on a routine basis until he made friends with three football players. I asked him once how he felt about the black kids who jumped him all the time. He told me that the bigger issue was the kids with more money.
This is off topic, but my dad used to tell me that I was "pretty smart for a little white girl." But you see, I was a little white girl.
A poem for black hearts
Amiri Baraka
For Malcolm’s eyes, when they brokeThe face of some dumb white man, forMalcolm’s hands rose to bless usAll black and strong in his image Of ourselves, for Malcolm’s wordsFire darts, the victors tirelessThrust, words hung above the worldChange as it may, he said it, andFor this he was killed, for saying,And feeling, and being/change, allCollected hot in his heart, for Malcolm’sHeart, raising us above our filthy cities,For his strive, and his beat, and his address To the gray monsters of the world, for Malcolm’sPlease for your dignities, black men, for your lifeBlack men, for the filling of your mind With rightiousness, for all of him dead andGone and vanished from us, and all of which Cling to our speech, black god of our timeFor all of him and all of yourself, look upBlack man, quit stuttering and shuffling, look upBlack man, quit whining and stooping, for all of him,For great maltose a prince of the earth, let nothing in us restUntil we avenge ourselves for his death, stop animalsThat killed him, let us never breath a pure breath, ifWe fail and white men call us faggots till the end ofThe earth.

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