The Help.

Yesterday I saw the movie, The Help.

It was an amazing movie, it was eye opening, moving, and funny. It made me think a lot about my culture and other cultures as well, mainly "African American."

**This blog might be offensive to some people, just a warning.**

Let me start off by doing a little background about myself and what I believe on the "African American" community. I guess I'll start with why I keep putting "African American" in quotes. Because you're not from Africa.
Unless you were born in Africa and moved to the U.S., you are not labeled "African American," you are, sorry to say, an American. Your ancestors were from Africa, yes. THEY were African Americans. My family is from Russia, but I have never labeled myself, "Russian American," that's just silly.

To continue, I have never thought of myself as being racist, I don't like racists and I do not like when people, this part is important, whether you are black, white, Asian, African, German, or French, use the "n" word. How do you expect people to stop calling you that when you, being black people, call each other that? That is the definition of "insane." Stop calling each other the "n" word, even if it ends in "igga," and people will stop calling you that. Monkey see, monkey do, and no that was not meant in any sort of derogatory way.

We all know I'm a stickler when it comes to grammar and they way people talk. If you talk ignorant, people are going to treat you ignorant. I stand firm on this, but The Help and Devin's immense knowledge of junk have given me more of an understanding on why black people speak the way they do.
I will enlighten you on what was brought to my attention.

During the slave days and even after, black people were not allowed to talk "well." It was seen as black people trying to be as good as or better than white people and they were hung. To save their lives they spoke the way we are all familiar with, even if they were brilliant. This dialect was passed down through the generations and has even made it to the twenty-first century.

With that said, this is the twenty-first century, I understand your ancestors suffered a lot, I understand your culture and heritage means a lot to you. Don't make yourself look ignorant anymore. Rise above all of that hate and racism. So many people fought to give you the life you have today, many of them lost their lives for you and what are you doing now??? Look around you, if you're white or black or any color, what do you think of when you think of the twenty-first century black person? I'll be honest, I think ignorance, violence, trashy, sex, drugs and welfare. None of those are good. I'm sure you're reading this saying "omg she's racist." No I'm not, I'm honest. What do I think of when I think about black people in the 60's? Strong, powerful, leaders, brave, courageous, smart, amazing, loving, forgiving, there are so many more, but I'd be here for a while. All of those are good. I don't understand how you can be so proud of your ancestors and shove it in peoples faces that "my ancestors were slaves they died because of you white people,"(who is racist now?) but all you're doing now is gathering welfare and dealing drugs on the street corner and on some days go shoot up some house because they owe you money??? Be proud of who you are. Every single person has had ancestors who have suffered, it's part of humanity, people are still suffering, people are still slaves, be the person your ancestors fought for.

With that said, I'll get back to the movie. Like I said, it was amazing! I couldn't believe that some white families would actually make their black maids use a different restroom than what they used. They would actually build an outhouse so the maid could use it, because "black people spread disease." That's ridiculous, and whats more, you wont let her use your restroom, but you'll let her hold and raise your child, make your meals and do your laundry? That's not going to spread disease???

People were and still are ignorant, just because someone is different from you doesn't mean they're a bad person, it means they're beautiful and wonderful just like you. People need to get over their differences and start to love each other, everything would be so much better, but alas, that is never going to happen.


Say what you will about me, call me a racist, call me what ever you please, but know they're just words and at the end of the day, whatever you call me isn't going to help you sleep any better.

"Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?"
-Constantine, The Help