I used to outwork all model minorities in manual labor. Got fukked over, micromanaged, treated like a child, even though everyone was trying to poach me to come work for them even though I’ve saved the day multiple times. Non black people are allowed to break things, and be unreliable. They can leave you stranded and you have to do their work. You get no thanks for saving the day at the cost of your body. They laugh with eachother about it. Your boss will laugh with them about it and they’ll go out for drinks and hang with eachother after fukking up. I quit and my boss used to beg for me back and ask me for advice on handling employees. 12 hour shifts of destroying my body and then going to the gym on most days. walked away with no injuries after 5 years.
I’m not a “real nikka”. Or a “thorough” nikka. Or a “hard nikka”(pause). I had a good life, good parents, developed a crazy work ethic cause of that job. It made me always ready to move and hustle, every other job after that made me see everyone as slow. Everyone told me to slow down when I’m ready to go so they can milk clients.
Don’t listen to some of these nikkas talking about brothers negatively. It’s like when people say “they won’t fukk with you over here” but it’s black people living there being accepted, they neighbors love them, the speak the language and actually hangout, do business, are involved in community roles, etc. That particular type of nikka just wants less competition
Some nikkas are gatekeeping things themselves by instilling learned helplessness(please google what this is) or banal platitudes. Stop the ‘King nikka’ shyt, you’re not gonna be the ‘One nikka that survives it all’
Y’all can do anything if you try. Once you break the model minority myth and see through other black people trying to be King nikka/HNIC/The One, the world opens up.