WE’RE A CULTURE, NOT A COSTUME
i) I will learn your name, and what it means to you.
ii) I will treat you like a person, like an equal, because your life, thoughts and experiences are precious and worthwhile.
iii) I will encourage dreaming.
iv) I will support your choice to pursue those dreams.
v) I will learn with you the…
Me: I'm hungry
Fridge: Don't give a fuck.
Cabinet: Bitch, don't look at me.
Freezer: lol nigga, you like ice?
My thoughts while I’m at school:
- I hate you.
- And you.
- And you.
- Shut the hell up.
- You’re an idiot.
- Why am I here?
- Stop talking.
- I hate you too.
- You’re annoying.
- Shut up.
- Why are you talking?
- SHUT.
- UP.
- And you, I hate you too.
- Oh, look, my ex-best friend.
- I need to get out of here.
- What time is it?
- I wonder what my mom is making to eat.
- God, I’m starving.
- Is it time yet?
- I’m sleepy.
Citizens (of the USA) in the middle (class) who live comfortable lives, luxurious lives in relation to the rest of the world, often fear that challenging classism will be their downfall, that simply by expressing concern for the poor they will end up like them, lacking the basic necessities of life. Defensively, they turn their backs on the poor and look to the rich for answers, convinced that the good life can exist only where there is material affluence.
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| — | bell hooks, Where We Stand (via americanwanderlust) |
