1. Sunday, August 23, 2020

    dear tony, what do you do about racists? 

    junior highmama mia

    for a long time i tried to ignore them.

    i tried to believe that some people are mean and some people just sometimes act mean.

    i guess i felt like in this modern world, surely people are smart enough to know whats racist and whats not and they wouldnt act racist to your face.

    but either something changed when Trump got elected and they were emboldened or i had just given them more credit than they deserve.

    because i am a child of God i dont back down.

    i dont think God wants his kids to cower. he wants us to be brave and strong and reflect his coolness — even when we dont feel those things ourselves.

    so i dont block them on twitter or facebook or wherever , and if they engage with me, ill engage right back.

    if this was the basketball court and two guys showed up talking crazy racist smack, why would you leave? play them. beat them. talk the whole time. run your mouth, make your moves, show them the Black excellence they obviously showed up to witness.

    but win. definitely win.

    same goes for using words online or in person or wherever.

    how is a racist gonna beat me, a person who has written poems and novellas and countless news and opinion articles on the basketball court of Words?

    on this blog alone there are over 12,000 posts. how are the ignorant who can barely spell gonna beat me in a tweet or a facebook comment?

    use your words.

    how do i deal with racists? racists are not my problem.

    the demons in my head are.

    the ones who say you cant do this or youre too old to do this or that or youre too fat to do this or that or youre not enough this or not enough that.

    racists are small potatoes.

    small, soft, delicious starch in the Chunky Soup of life.

    dunk on them every time and when they’re panting, sweating, and broken, buy them a Coke like the child of God you are.