Solidarity Between the Struggles of Black Folks and Trans People
An Exploration of a Similarity I Feel Often
There is a pretention which rules the world—consensus of ideas created by false congealing of zeitgeist into the controlled belief of what is right. It lies and that gashes people.
Black folks and trans people are humans in league for a similarity of shared pain. The pretenders like to believe they made things right when they haven’t. Society ‘let us in’ but now regrets it.
The black struggle of trauma seems to radiate most from the insane breadth of time it has been regurgitated through perpetration of redundant and ineffective racist ideals onto new generations of people by ignorance beyond the pale.
Trans trauma is acutely visible at the moment—it’s focused and blatant and above the surface in the language of many political idealists—something long suffered by black folks and still. The extended trauma-taking is where I feel immense solidarity with those people whose lineages into history are purer and more foundational than the rest of us.
Something reaches into the back of our brains—some horrifying unscratchable itch—a reason walls get punched—hurt folks becoming what we we’re believed to be in righteous spite—transcending and towering but corrupting ourselves with indignation—suffering in courageousness and still being kind to people—being exceptional characters of spirit and fortitude—being misunderstood and harmed the most by the many people who hate us, don’t know it, and pretend themselves allies that are perfectly appropriate and moral.
Cognitive dissonance regarding bigotry is maddening.
To balance living in a civilization with people who hate ‘others’ so much subconsciously is the ultimate challenge. Existing beside them unloosens our own free will by unavoidable notions of spite. It comes from dealing with idiocy unseen by those with social power. They’ve owned the world through unconsciousness to gaslight all who don’t accept their abuse into subjugation as the problem themselves and made resistance to feel futile.
Every liberal horseshit-ally—all but those rare few who show themselves by one thing alone; a complete lack of insecurity in presence—can go fuck themselves for not doing the work and looking into our faces and then gaslighting us to pretend things are equal while they backhandedly exploit their privilege and play victim.
