Bricker is a Pile of Shit Sculpted into Human Shape

[Huey_Freeman]

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Nothing quite like using a white supremacy derived insult directed at people of color to argue that racism doesn’t exist!!!

Where would you get the idea that racism doesn’t exist? It exists. It exists, in part, due to House Pochos like Bricker who worship at the altar of whiteness. My issue is that he deliberately claims it in order to be a mouthpiece of white supremacy. Why not represent who you are? Whiteness. Why not just be who you are? White. You don’t see sunken place clowns like post-confirmation Clarence Thomas or Kanye West talking about being black. It’s about conforming to white folks and bowing down to the power of whiteness. On a cold day in January 1963, Malcolm X highlighted this very point to the NAACP at Michigan Sate University.

Kuchiyose No Jutsu.

Educate these college-degree carrying white folks, please.

@Malcolm X in Lansing MI (1963)

You have two types of Negro. The old type and the new type. Most of you know the old type. When you read about him in history during slavery he was called “Uncle Tom.” He was the house Negro. And during slavery you had two Negroes. You had the house Negro and the field Negro.
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The house Negro usually lived close to his master. He dressed like his master. He wore his master’s second-hand clothes. He ate food that his master left on the table. And he lived in his master’s house–probably in the basement or the attic–but he still lived in the master’s house.

So whenever that house Negro identified himself, he always identified himself in the same sense that his master identified himself. When his master said, “We have good food,” the house Negro would say, “Yes, we have plenty of good food.” “We” have plenty of good food. When the master said that “we have a fine home here,” the house Negro said, “Yes, we have a fine home here.” When the master would be sick, the house Negro identified himself so much with his master he’d say, “What’s the matter boss, we sick?” His master’s pain was his pain. And it hurt him more for his master to be sick than for him to be sick himself. When the house started burning down, that type of Negro would fight harder to put the master’s house out than the master himself would.**

But then you had another Negro out in the field. The house Negro was in the minority. The masses–the field Negroes were the masses. They were in the majority. When the master got sick, they prayed that he’d die. [Laughter] If his house caught on fire, they’d pray for a wind to come along and fan the breeze.

If someone came to the house Negro and said, “Let’s go, let’s separate,” naturally that Uncle Tom would say, “Go where? What could I do without boss? Where would I live? How would I dress? Who would look out for me?” That’s the house Negro. But if you went to the field Negro and said, “Let’s go, let’s separate,” he wouldn’t even ask you where or how. He’d say, “Yes, let’s go.” And that one ended right there.
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So now you have a twentieth-century-type of house Negro. A twentieth-century Uncle Tom. He’s just as much an Uncle Tom today as Uncle Tom was 100 and 200 years ago. Only he’s a modern Uncle Tom. That Uncle Tom wore a handkerchief around his head. This Uncle Tom wears a top hat. He’s sharp. He dresses just like you do. He speaks the same phraseology, the same language. He tries to speak it better than you do. He speaks with the same accents, same diction. And when you say, “your army,” he says, “our army.” He hasn’t got anybody to defend him, but anytime you say “we” he says “we.” “Our president,” “our government,” “our Senate,” “our congressmen,” “our this and our that.” And he hasn’t even got a seat in that “our” even at the end of the line. So this is the twentieth-century Negro. Whenever you say “you,” the personal pronoun in the singular or in the plural, he uses it right along with you. When you say you’re in trouble, he says, “Yes, we’re in trouble.”

But there’s another kind of Black man on the scene. If you say you’re in trouble, he says, “Yes, you’re in trouble.” [Laughter] He doesn’t identify himself with your plight whatsoever.**

(emphasis mine)

Look at this Diamond and Silk gem in Great Debates.

@Bricker

Let me guess. You get to define what “suppress,” voters means, and it won’t mean gerrymandering, and it won’t mean arguing that military absentee ballots should not be counted because they lack postmarks, which military mail often does, but it WILL mean Voter ID and voter registration roll verifications.

Right?

For Bricker, there is no right or wrong, suppression doesn’t mean what it means, and every issue can be boiled down to some ridiculous feud between Democrats and Republicans, Hatfield and the McCoys, Red and Blue, the Green Bay Packers and Michigan. Here’s a newsflash, Bricker: People of color don’t give a shit about your fucking political parties. People of color primarily vote Democrat not because we want to, but because white people insists on forcing us to choose from either raging dumpster fire or a flaming meteor. If Republican offered a better deal, we’d switch in a heartbeat. When both parties kicked the League of Women Voters out of moderating debates and colluded together to prevent third parties from participating in the Presidential debates, it became clear both political parties are functions of white supremacy.