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The idea that any white person can tell you the meaning of Black history is cringe enough but the idea that any white institution can tell you the meaning of Black history is far worse, especially when that institution is part of the same big government-bigger business industrial complex that gave us white supremacy and its woke secular cousin, globalism in the first place.
Tragically, these are the powers that be who have largely hijacked Black History Month and transformed it into a celebration of historical and cultural assimilation into the white power hivemind. They do this by reducing legitimate Black radicals like Martin Luther King to passive kumbaya merchants that even unfiltered neo-Nazis like Donald Trump can pet and elevating darker skinned servants of white power like Barack Obama to the status of passive kumbaya merchants.
I would probably just tell these people to shut the fuck up and then recommend that my fellow white trash read and then reread the Autobiography of Malcolm X if it wasn’t for the fact that I happen to be something of a stateless Queer nationalist and I can’t ignore the fact that pissed-off Queer Black bitches are probably the only reason that my multi-ethnic tribe of misfit toys even exists. I also can’t ignore that the long-unsung history of Black resistance to western assimilation strongly informs the very existence of the modern Queer construct.
Babylon needs an entire month to push Black assimilation because Black culture is largely defined by its resistance to assimilation. The evolution of the word ‘Black’ as a racial signifier in and of itself is a testament to this fact. What had originally been a color-coded construct designed to dehumanize the descendants of an entire continent into a single class of breathing property was reinvented into a war cry for tribal resistance.
This shift began in the reefer hazed jazz gardens of the Harlem Renaissance but reached its zenith with the mid-sixties Black Power Movement when Stokely Carmicheal proclaimed that ‘Black is beautiful’ and insisted that his community adopt this former slur over more polite designations like ‘negro’ and ‘colored’ because Black was a word that highlighted what made them different and what made Black people different was precisely what made them so dangerous to the system that oppressed them, and this danger was also what made them powerful enough to resist it.
Queer folk were listening. In fact, Queer folk were part of the conversation. At the time we were a decidedly disjointed set of gender-non-conformists and sexual heretics largely disconnected from our ancient pagan roots. The only shield we had to hide behind was the so-called Homophile Movement; a handful of snappily dressed white gay men and cis-gender lesbians who mostly just sought to desexualize Queers entirely; dressing in prim, gender appropriate attire and holding quaint dances with the nine-inch rule in full affect, all in a desperate attempt to convince the Mengeles of the DSM to take us off their shit list of neurodivergent sub defectives.
Thankfully, this was all joyfully smashed to bits at Stonewall when a bunch of drag queens and bull dykes launched a fiery revolt against police brutality that ended with us literally chasing the pigs out of our gay ghetto in high-heels and steel-toe boots. It is no coincidence that the Stonewall Uprising was led by Black gender outlaws like Marsha P. Johnson, Miss Major and Storme DeLarverie either.
Many of these mouthy, fist-swinging bitches were already veterans of the Civil Rights Movement and the organizations they formed when the smoke cleared openly rejected the assimilation of the stale, reformist Homophile Movement and openly embraced the model of guerilla organizing set by Black Panthers like Stokely, right down to the Ten-Point Programs adopted by STAR and the Gay Liberation Front.
It would take a couple more decades and the galvanizing collective trauma of surviving the AIDS Holocaust before we could unite beneath the title of ‘Queer’, but the idea was strikingly similar to that of ‘Black’. We were a diverse people separated from the heathen tribes that once venerated our existence who now sought to form a new tribe united by our resistance to puritanical white hegemony.
From these battered bones we formed a new culture informed by the legacy of the ones we lost to mainstream Christianity. A vibrant and gawdy counterculture of underground raves, leather bars, bathhouses and all-ages punk shows. It was this counterculture that saved my life as a suicidal trans girl surrounded by pedophile priests and angry white boys with baseball bats.
I’m no fucking expert on the Black experience but this is what Black history means to me, and it has nothing to do with LBJ or Barack Obama. However, your average white person struggles to relate to Black history in any meaningful way because your average white person is largely divorced from their own culture by generations of unmodified whiteness.
‘White’ is another construct, invented to separate impoverished European servants and refugees from African Freemen after the two were caught burning down Jamestown together during Bacon’s Rebellion. ‘White culture’ is essentially just a homogenized and now largely secularized adaptation of Anglo-Saxon Protestant puritanical culture.
Your average Trump supporter wouldn’t even be considered white when the classification was invented. The Irish, the Polish, the Greeks and Italians and Jews all had to earn their whiteness by abandoning those cultures and engaging in acts of brutality against tribes yet to be assimilated into the globalist hivemind of Western Civilization.
The best thing that white people can learn from Black history is how not to be white people and they can achieve this feat by building alternative tribal identities of their own defined by resisting assimilation into a rapidly deteriorating imperial order. This isn’t easy but it also isn’t nearly as hard as you might think.
As I said above, Queer is a definitively multiethnic tribal designation and most of the members of my own Queer rural found family are also hillbillies; a derogatory term used by white elites to demonize the Celtic-blooded people of Appalachia who failed to assimilate to post-Civil War metropolitan monotony. Similarly, the term redneck was invented as a slur against Appalachian coal miners who dawned red bandanas around their necks on their way to shoot it out with Babylon at Blair Mountain.
Call me presumptuous, but these feel like outlaw countercultures more than worthy of revival under an anti-white supremacist/anti-western context.
These countercultures also represent a disproportionate percentage of the foot soldiers of the MAGA movement aka a bunch of pissed-off poor people going to war for the white supremacists responsible for kicking their people in the gutter for generations. Instead of trying to teach these people that Black people are cool because they’re just like ‘everybody else’, we should be pointing out that Black people are ‘dangerous’ because they’re nothing like Wall Street and you can be too if you just realize that we all have one master and that our diversity is our greatest tool to break the chains that bind us all.
Black Power taught me how to be Queer. Maybe it can teach you how to be dangerous too, but you’ll never learn that from some liberal white dude on PBS.
All power to all the outlaws.
Queer Requiem
If it’s February, then some liberal white dude is probably telling you about Black history and he’s probably totally missing the point, going on about how far someone else’s people have come and how far the nation that brought them here in chains has come along with them. If it’s March, then this pale-faced genderfuck bitch is probably just waking from a seasonal depression coma to chase liberal white dudes off her stoop with a broom and apologize to the neighborhood for the inconvenience.The idea that any white person can tell you the meaning of Black history is cringe enough but the idea that any white institution can tell you the meaning of Black history is far worse, especially when that institution is part of the same big government-bigger business industrial complex that gave us white supremacy and its woke secular cousin, globalism in the first place.
Tragically, these are the powers that be who have largely hijacked Black History Month and transformed it into a celebration of historical and cultural assimilation into the white power hivemind. They do this by reducing legitimate Black radicals like Martin Luther King to passive kumbaya merchants that even unfiltered neo-Nazis like Donald Trump can pet and elevating darker skinned servants of white power like Barack Obama to the status of passive kumbaya merchants.
I would probably just tell these people to shut the fuck up and then recommend that my fellow white trash read and then reread the Autobiography of Malcolm X if it wasn’t for the fact that I happen to be something of a stateless Queer nationalist and I can’t ignore the fact that pissed-off Queer Black bitches are probably the only reason that my multi-ethnic tribe of misfit toys even exists. I also can’t ignore that the long-unsung history of Black resistance to western assimilation strongly informs the very existence of the modern Queer construct.
Babylon needs an entire month to push Black assimilation because Black culture is largely defined by its resistance to assimilation. The evolution of the word ‘Black’ as a racial signifier in and of itself is a testament to this fact. What had originally been a color-coded construct designed to dehumanize the descendants of an entire continent into a single class of breathing property was reinvented into a war cry for tribal resistance.
This shift began in the reefer hazed jazz gardens of the Harlem Renaissance but reached its zenith with the mid-sixties Black Power Movement when Stokely Carmicheal proclaimed that ‘Black is beautiful’ and insisted that his community adopt this former slur over more polite designations like ‘negro’ and ‘colored’ because Black was a word that highlighted what made them different and what made Black people different was precisely what made them so dangerous to the system that oppressed them, and this danger was also what made them powerful enough to resist it.
Queer folk were listening. In fact, Queer folk were part of the conversation. At the time we were a decidedly disjointed set of gender-non-conformists and sexual heretics largely disconnected from our ancient pagan roots. The only shield we had to hide behind was the so-called Homophile Movement; a handful of snappily dressed white gay men and cis-gender lesbians who mostly just sought to desexualize Queers entirely; dressing in prim, gender appropriate attire and holding quaint dances with the nine-inch rule in full affect, all in a desperate attempt to convince the Mengeles of the DSM to take us off their shit list of neurodivergent sub defectives.
Thankfully, this was all joyfully smashed to bits at Stonewall when a bunch of drag queens and bull dykes launched a fiery revolt against police brutality that ended with us literally chasing the pigs out of our gay ghetto in high-heels and steel-toe boots. It is no coincidence that the Stonewall Uprising was led by Black gender outlaws like Marsha P. Johnson, Miss Major and Storme DeLarverie either.
Many of these mouthy, fist-swinging bitches were already veterans of the Civil Rights Movement and the organizations they formed when the smoke cleared openly rejected the assimilation of the stale, reformist Homophile Movement and openly embraced the model of guerilla organizing set by Black Panthers like Stokely, right down to the Ten-Point Programs adopted by STAR and the Gay Liberation Front.
It would take a couple more decades and the galvanizing collective trauma of surviving the AIDS Holocaust before we could unite beneath the title of ‘Queer’, but the idea was strikingly similar to that of ‘Black’. We were a diverse people separated from the heathen tribes that once venerated our existence who now sought to form a new tribe united by our resistance to puritanical white hegemony.
From these battered bones we formed a new culture informed by the legacy of the ones we lost to mainstream Christianity. A vibrant and gawdy counterculture of underground raves, leather bars, bathhouses and all-ages punk shows. It was this counterculture that saved my life as a suicidal trans girl surrounded by pedophile priests and angry white boys with baseball bats.
I’m no fucking expert on the Black experience but this is what Black history means to me, and it has nothing to do with LBJ or Barack Obama. However, your average white person struggles to relate to Black history in any meaningful way because your average white person is largely divorced from their own culture by generations of unmodified whiteness.
‘White’ is another construct, invented to separate impoverished European servants and refugees from African Freemen after the two were caught burning down Jamestown together during Bacon’s Rebellion. ‘White culture’ is essentially just a homogenized and now largely secularized adaptation of Anglo-Saxon Protestant puritanical culture.
Your average Trump supporter wouldn’t even be considered white when the classification was invented. The Irish, the Polish, the Greeks and Italians and Jews all had to earn their whiteness by abandoning those cultures and engaging in acts of brutality against tribes yet to be assimilated into the globalist hivemind of Western Civilization.
The best thing that white people can learn from Black history is how not to be white people and they can achieve this feat by building alternative tribal identities of their own defined by resisting assimilation into a rapidly deteriorating imperial order. This isn’t easy but it also isn’t nearly as hard as you might think.
As I said above, Queer is a definitively multiethnic tribal designation and most of the members of my own Queer rural found family are also hillbillies; a derogatory term used by white elites to demonize the Celtic-blooded people of Appalachia who failed to assimilate to post-Civil War metropolitan monotony. Similarly, the term redneck was invented as a slur against Appalachian coal miners who dawned red bandanas around their necks on their way to shoot it out with Babylon at Blair Mountain.
Call me presumptuous, but these feel like outlaw countercultures more than worthy of revival under an anti-white supremacist/anti-western context.
These countercultures also represent a disproportionate percentage of the foot soldiers of the MAGA movement aka a bunch of pissed-off poor people going to war for the white supremacists responsible for kicking their people in the gutter for generations. Instead of trying to teach these people that Black people are cool because they’re just like ‘everybody else’, we should be pointing out that Black people are ‘dangerous’ because they’re nothing like Wall Street and you can be too if you just realize that we all have one master and that our diversity is our greatest tool to break the chains that bind us all.
Black Power taught me how to be Queer. Maybe it can teach you how to be dangerous too, but you’ll never learn that from some liberal white dude on PBS.
All power to all the outlaws.
