August 7, 1865
To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee
Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.
holy SHIT this is EPIC
I get it now.
All my life, I grew up being told that “black” names are ghetto and held by people who are likely to be trashy. If you know a girl named Laquisha, Latoya, Shaniqua, or Kelendria, she’s probably the neighborhood hoodrat, and even names like Tyrone and Tyrese are blacklisted in our society (pun intended). Statistically, it’s been proven that resumes and job applications that bear these names are more likely to go unread or end up in the trash can. [Translation: you’re less likely to be hired if you are obviously black.]
But of course, names are alright if they are unquestionably mainstream (read: white) - Benjamin, Elizabeth, William, etc. Names are also fine if they are from a minority culture, as long as they are not identifiably a product of African-American culture; Alejandra, Lucia, Ivanka, Pierre, Elena, Boris, and Armando, are acceptable, exotic, and can even be beautiful. You might get teased on the playground, but your name is less likely to be a stigma or bad luck charm that follows you for the rest of your life.
When I worked at Hollister (not something I’m proud of), one of my white bosses was named Chanté. She told me how people were often surprised when they met her, and would say thinks like “you’re not black!” or “what a ghetto name for a little white girl!” Turns out, her name was French. Her family was French. But because Chanté has become such a popular name in the black American community, people have started to see it as ghetto. It’s losing its value because it’s associated with blackness.
A few weeks ago, I met a black girl named Shizuki. I immediately thought what an interesting ghetto name. I’m not exempt from prejudice. Such thoughts come to me once in a while, and I have to reprimand myself for upholding racist ideals instilled in me by American society. I asked her what her name meant, and she told me it was Japanese. Turns out, she was born in Japan and grew up there. Imagine how stupid I felt - and rightly so.
And now I suddenly understand why black names are frowned upon. Because things that are black, in this country, are ghetto. “Ghetto” is synonymous with poor, trashy, uncivilized, and ill-mannered. Because black names are ghetto, they are inherently ugly and unattractive, and names likes Tierra and Mo’nique (which I find aesthetically pleasing) will automatically be regarded as ugly. Simply put, the only reason why black names are bad… is because they are held by black people.
Truly, it’s insane, not washing your hair in order to save water…Hyung, saranghae. <3” —Ryeowook on MNET MIC 120130
My great grandmother was ‘The Help’. In fact, most of the women in my mother’s family were ‘The Help’ at some point.
No nice, white, spunky red-headed lady helped them do a damn thing.
Their stories of what they suffered through and endured did not end with Pippi Longstocking saving their collective day. Their stories, which they shared constantly, were far more bleak.
They escaped being ‘The Help’ when they quit or ran away, literally. They were terrified, worried for their lives and their loved ones and had times leaner than any human should ever have.
That book, and therefore that ridiculous movie, culturally erases their efforts. They didn’t bust their asses to have a revisionist bullshit fairytale make all the nice white people feel better.
They helped themselves, gawddamnit. They put themselves through schools and worked a bazillion jobs to elevate their children out of poverty and despair.
THAT’S the story that should be told. Again and again and again.
You want to talk about bootstraps? The women in my life, who raised me, have them in excess.
Fuck The Help.
Seungri: Skinship. Some people walk by touching our butts.
G-Dragon: Sometimes they pull out our hair and then run to pick it up. [<—?!?! ] Also when we get into our car to get to schedules and stuff they throw gifts at us and it hurts a lot when we get hit by them. One person even came up to our apartment and put their ear on our door trying to eavesdrop. If they would give us a bit more privacy that’d be good.
Taeyang: I wish people would come to our apartment a little less.. I want to rest at least while I’m at home and I don’t want to give others too many troubles.
TOP: Putting up pictures of my family on the internet. I feel apologetic to my family.
Daesung: Touching us so much.. I’d like it if they wouldn’t rub us and stuff.
TOP: Yeah, sometimes it feels like they’re gonna rip my tits off [lol that’s seriously what he said]. It feels like at one moment they’re completely gone.
(CR: hiimjunebug@soompi (BB 1st thread, #9514 post))
leave oppa’s tits alone!!1!! :-(
oh my god please don’t rip tabi’s tits off
LEAVE OPPA’S TITS ALONE OH GOD I’M DYING.