Monthly Archives: January 2016

The Almighty N-Word

In light of the blatant idiocy of the students from Desert Vista High School in Arizona, it needs to be reiterated why some people can use the N-word and white people should not.

Some words are spelled the same but the meanings change depending upon the speaker. Football, vest, hamper and flannel are all English words, but in Cleveland, a hamper is for your laundry and in London, it’s for your lunch.

Nigger (Nigga, Niggah, Niggaz, etc.) = sub-species. A hateful word created by white people that now limits, categorizes, and sometimes discriminates against white people.

Nigger (Nigga, Niggah, Niggaz, etc.) =super-species.  One of the most powerful words in existence.

The N-word was originally created and used as an attack on black personhood. A nigger is not a type of person (lazy, good-for-nothing, etc.). You are not a person- you are a nigger: A lazy, good-for-nothing, nigger. A good, hard-working, nigger. A house-nigger. A field-nigger. White people created a category of sub-species: the dogs, the horses, the niggers. It’s a controlling power-play aimed to dehumanize. It speaks against a black person’s right to life. If you’re British, a queen isn’t a man dressed in drag. And, if you are white, a nigger is not a person of value. Dogs are dogs, horses are horses and niggers are not people.

The power shifted when black people gave it another definition. They set it to music and title one another because a nigga, niggah, niggaz, nigger, etc., is not, to them, a sub-species. He’s a super-species. He suffered, he overcame and now he’s a conqueror. No matter what form or intent is used, there is no attack upon black-personhood coming from another black person. Because all dogs are dogs; horses are horses and black people are people – not a sub-species.

That power-shift is part of the reason some people want the word, and all of its varied spellings banned. Decent, white folks don’t use the term. Wouldn’t consider it. They know where (read who) it came from. They know what it means when a white person says it (just like Americans don’t order chips when they want fries) and, they’d rather not have the reminder, thank you very much.

Here’s where that w-privilege thing makes its appearance. We acknowledge that our definition is bad and we should not use the N-word. However, if we can’t use it, no one should. Because A –we don’t approve of the other meaning and B- that would mean white people aren’t allowed something because of the color of their skin.

…imagine that.

And then there is the other kind. The Caucasians who fling the word defiantly, antagonistically stupidly, and are surprised when it does exactly what they meant for it to do –draw attention, stir up trouble and make people angry. When they have to deal with the repercussions, they call it a mistake.

I’ve never heard of that word being used by accident. You’d have to be extremely obtuse to make a mistake like that.

Speaking of obtuse, those Desert Vista girls… well, they’re young adults, graduating in the spring. They’re Americans who see movies, watch TV, use social networks and are aware of the history of the n-word and the present racial climate. What they did says nothing about black people and everything about them.

That is the power of that word.



What makes me think my way is the way?

What makes me think my perspective is correct and other perspectives are less relevant? What makes me think??

My understanding is the proper understanding. Clearly, you’ve misunderstood.


What makes me think opposition is wrong?

What makes me think my politics are the best and my politicians are just better? What makes me think??

My opinions are good opinions. IMHO you should agree.


What makes me think I know what you’re supposed to do?

What makes me think I have the explanations for things I haven’t experienced? What makes me think??

I don’t like what I don’t understand. Everyone is to blame… except me.


What makes me think your concerns are unimportant?

What makes me think that if I avoid unpleasant subjects, they will simply go away? What makes me think??

It’s very selfish of you to burden me. Talk about something I like.


My religion is pure. My beliefs are true. I fear the things that should be feared.

I want the law to fit my ideals. Your non-conformity is a crime.

I paint with broad brush strokes. I have a box where everything fits.

That I am right is of the utmost importance. It would behoove you to submit.


What makes me think?  What makes me think? I wish I knew. You wish I would.