May 10, 2024
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That drunk uncle at family gatherings:
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That drunk uncle at family gatherings:
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Thinking of that one post that was something like "when I was a kid I though Wind Waker Ganondorf was Muslim and called him uncle" and all the people in the replies going ME TOO because it's true, he gives off *that* sort of uncle vibes.
Banana Bread Racism
So, this is a phrase that has just made it into my lexicon.
Imagine, for a moment, that you're allergic to bananas. You've got this relative (let's say, for the sake of stereotype, an uncle). He thinks you're over-sensitive, and making a big deal out of it, but he's not gonna be actively cruel. He's gonna roll his eyes a bit, tease you about it, but he wouldn't actively give you a banana. No. And that dish with sliced fried bananas on it that he loves? He'll talk about it, but he won't put it in front of you.
He even maybe knows that banana bread has bananas in it, though he can't see them. He mostly remembers to say "oh, that's banana bread" before you take a bite.
But those vegan muffins? The ones that use bananas as a binder? He can't even tell. He doesn't, in fact, believe you when you tell him that they have bananas in them and that you KNOW because your FACE IS SWELLING and your THROAT IS IN PAIN.
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There's a kind of racism that is like this. Those of us who spend time in the "thinking about racism" mines, working to undo it in ourselves and in the world around us, are perhaps more able to detect it than this imagined uncle is. He sends us an article, or a podcast, or whatever, because it's "thoughtful" and we have to figure out to explain to him that it's actually full of racism and we can tell because we're bursting out in hives.
Unless the racism is overt, he doesn't know it's there, or believe it when we tell him. It's not like banana bread is a banana, right?
Wrong gift 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂
my dad and that uncle r currently arguing about politics and that’s already an oh god
and then my dad says “just ask [my name]” and i’m like oh fuck
okay as i’m typing this they’ve ignored that and i’m not actually being brought into the convo thank god
oh and my dad just called him delusional
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And I knew that my father’s father was dead and that my Uncle Oscar was dead and that my Uncle David was dead and that each of these instances was unnatural.
Then he saw a shirt come down out of the sky. He walked and saw it fall, arms waving like nothing in this life. —Don DeLillo, Falling Man (2007)
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I felt the fear in the visits to my Nana’s home in Philadelphia. You never knew her. I barely knew her, but what I remember is her hard manner, her rough voice. And I knew that my father’s father was dead and that my Uncle Oscar was dead and that my Uncle David was dead and that each of these instances was unnatural. And I saw it in my own father, who loves you, who counsels you, who slipped me money to care for you. My father was so very afraid. I felt it in the sting of his black leather belt, which he applied with more anxiety than anger, my father who beat me as if someone might steal me away, because that is exactly what was happening all around us. Everyone had lost a child, somehow, to the streets, to jail, to drugs, to guns. It was said that these lost girls were sweet as honey and would not hurt a fly.
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