No for real. Itโs the last day of school and youโre at a party with some friends and youโre signing each otherโs clothes and bodies and having a good time, taking pics, commemorating your year together and yeah youโre the only poc at the party and youโre always the only fucking poc and yeah you have to deal with microaggressions daily but at least youโre being included.
Then later that night you go home and before bed you undress and go to shower to wash the marker off and you pass a mirror and you see a swastika on your head. You canโt remember who wrote what where. Which white friend thought it would be funny to watch you walk around with a swastika on your head all night without you knowing? Why didnโt any of the others tell you?
Years go by. You get away from those people, that town. You make new friends who are more like you and treat you better and get on with your life and before too long you havenโt thought about that night in years.
Then you blow up over night. Everyone knows your name. You canโt even go grocery shopping anymore. A lot of people love you but a lot of people hate you, and they want you to know it. They scheme to ruin your life day after day after day for months. They call you slurs. They suicide bait you. They stalk your girlfriend, say horrible things about your mom and your team. None of your white co stars are standing up for you. When one finally does heโs more concerned with defending himself. Youโre microaggressed even more constantly only now itโs from your employer and from people with influence in the industry who could squash your dreams like a bug.
And they make a fake insta account framing you as a racist and it does something irrevocable to your fanbase and so many of the people who claimed to be ride or die for you the day before have now, without a second thought, despite seeing who you are for months and what kind of person you are, decided it must be true without any fucking proof and they hate you and they suicide bait you and yeah eventually it gets out the account was fake but damage was done.
And then one day, a month later, you wake up and discover theyโve unburied a photo from that night and theyโre now using it to accuse you of being a white supremacist and theyโre already celebrating your downfall and sure not everyone believes youโre a white supremacist but they once again, without proof, think youโre to blame.
You must have accepted it because you were being edgy. Youโre basically white so of course youโre a little racist. Itโs almost, for some reason, like they want to believe this about you. You, a moc, who has faced several lifetimeโs worth of racism in a handful of months and people are angrier at you for that pic and hate you for it more than they have ever fucking been angry at or hated the people who have been being heinously racist to you for the last six months. They think worse of you than the white kid who drew it on you.
And this wonโt even be the end of it.
