Don't misinterpret this being ashamed of being black, I know that black people have a special meaning on this planet and inherently given gifts that others don't. I love being black, despite the struggles it brings some days.
But just knowing that I'm descended from men that just got their manhood stripped and sent to a strange land to work until they die, men that just watched as their wives got raped and bore mulatto children, men that, in some cases, even got tied up and fukked in the ass, men that got tortured for fun, shyt is pretty fukking disheartening
I mean, obviously, revolting would have led to their death and I wouldn't be here, but the shyt makes me fukking cry brehs. Isn't it better to die on your feet than live on your knees?
I'm just posting the thread because that slave master name thread made me do some thinking. I'm also high as hell right now, and when I smoke I get really depressed.
Nope. It means we are stronger as a people. Our story is better than theirs.