Finn accepting the lightsaber as a weapon is so important and the reason why is written all over his face. Finn knows what a lightsaber is. He knows it’s a Jedi’s weapon. The First Order told him as much when they were extolling the strength of the new weapons they had recently unveiled. Finn had even thought to himself, “Who would we be fighting who would be using a lightsaber? The Jedi are basically extinct and Luke Skywalker hasn’t been seen for years.” That, and he obviously had no plans, at the time, of facing off against Kylo Ren.
But then he ran, trying to get as far away from the First Order as possible, only to see the First Order destroy the Republic–planets of people, of innocents, gone, and he comes running immediately back. Back into the fight.
When Finn defected from the First Order, he chose to follow the light. Here, in this moment, when he accepts and ignites the lightsaber–a Jedi’s weapon–he’s choosing to fight on the side of the light. Choosing to resist instead of just to run.
The only people on this planet that have any business discussing how Black people chose to use the n-word (either version), is other Black People.
Some Black People have modified it to as mark of camaraderie, taking a word created to destroy as and use it as a word to empower us.
Some Black People will literally drop everything and beat you to the ground for using it in their presence.
Some Black People shrug their shoulders and go on about their day because they simply chose not to acknowledge the word period.
All of these viewpoints and the ones in between and beyond are valid to the Black People who hold them. I don’t have the time or energy to explain why this is the case cause it would take forever, but let me put it like this….
A society that has sought to pathologically and systematically destroy a group of peoples do not get to comment on how they put themselves back together. Period.
So with that being said, I do not care who you are, how old you are, or how many Black friends you have. I don’t care if you helped Dr. King put on his shoes in the morning. If you are not Black, your opinion on the n-word is null and void.
Some Black people will pick which of the above reactions works for them based on who says it. Don’t expect that pass you get from someone who knows you from a complete stranger.
*This is an awesome parody of all of the worst slash fiction tropes, and one of the funniest, collaborative, fanfictions, I’ve ever read!:
You have blond hair, he has brown hair. You always have blond hair, he always has brown hair. You dye your hair brown, but suddenly his hair is blond, and you feel as though maybe you are him, and he is you, and you have blond hair again, and he has brown hair.
His gaze is impossibly fond, his eyes are impossibly blue, he pulls you impossibly closer, your heart beats impossibly fast, the bulge in his pants is impossibly hard, he should maybe get that checked out.
You don’t remember ever working out and yet you look down and see you have a six pack. When you next see yourself in the mirror you have an eight pack. When he takes of your shirt you have ten, twelve abs. You’re scared to look again in case there are more.
His eyes change colour depending on his moods. At first you thought it was a trick of the light, but now you’re not so sure. They switch between blue, green and grey. Once you thought you saw a flicker of red. You make sure to kiss with your eyes closed now.
You’re white, and so is he. Sometimes he’s your enemy, but you still love him, don’t you? Of course, it makes sense. You’re not sure what you like about him, exactly, but there must be something, right? There’s this intangible thing between you, isn’t there? You feel like you may have more chemistry with your non-white friend, but that can’t be right.
You don’t remember taking your clothes off but you’re naked now. Well, all you remember is toeing out of your shoes. You always toe out of them, although you don’t quite know what that means.
Your pronouns mix into a blur and you no longer know where you end and he begins… You reach out your hand to his hand on his arm… your arm… his… You are sitting and he straddles you but is facing away… There are hands everywhere…
THE ACCURACY HURTS.
You smell like sandlewood. You don’t know what sandlewood even IS.
Once your shoes are off, you pad everywhere. You try to walk, but you can’t, your feet don’t comply. Your only option if you want to get from room to room is to pad.
Your tongues battle for dominance. There can be only one victor. One tongue is not walking away from this battle. Will it be yours?
He tastes like smoke and wine, whatever he had for dinner, and something distinctly him. You don’t know what that taste is or where it comes from… only that it is distinctly…him…
Is he The Smaller Man? Or The Larger Man? Are you The Pale Man? Are you The Slender Man? The Blond Man? You no longer have a name… you are just an epithet.
You thought you were about the same size, but, the clothes come off… and he’s The Larger Man. So large. He’s got six inches on you. You can tuck your head under his chin. Ten inches now… is he growing? Are you shrinking?
It’s weeping. OH GOD WHY IS IT WEEPING?
Sometimes one of you is an alien, sometimes both, but that’s okay. Either your species’ reproductive organs are conveniently identical, or one of you has some sort of eldritch, lubricated opening somewhere which makes the whole business a lot less gay. You’re not sure what eldritch means. Whoever the alien is smells of pine needles.
Come to think of it, neither of you are gay. It’s just that you can’t imagine living the rest of your life without doing this four or five times a day, because you love each other so much. In fact, you didn’t even know two men could do this before five minutes ago. Fortunately, even though this is your first attempt at full-on anal, you both perform perfectly.
You’ve both been gay all your lives, but it’s never come up in conversation before, Even though you’re both 35 years old and spend a lot of time together on stakeouts, in the lab, or working out in the starship gym. You know the names of each other’s childhood pets. He drove your mother to the ER that time you were out of town, and she thinks of him as her other son. You once took his sister on a date because she sort of looks like him, but of course it didn’t work out. You can’t remember what sorts of animals the pets were or your mother’s face. He’s never had a sister. You’re glad you saved yourself all these years for him.
You’ve spent the entire night with him, finally able to say confess you mean to one another over two six-packs of beer. Beer be damned, the first time you kiss both of you snap to near-painful attention and you have unceasing marathon sex until four am. You wake him three hours later, sun streaming through the bedroom windows, with bacon, eggs, and toast on a silver tray. You don’t remember being able to cook before this morning and never buy eggs. There are no beer cans on the floor.
* Fanfiction critiques from a racial persepctive are always hugely popular on Tumblr. Yeah, I’m going to have to disagree with this Natahsa as “Queen of Wakanda” shit. The last thing we need is Natasha Whitewashing black women, too.
I, Marissa Rei, hereby renounce all ties I have ever had to the Marvel Cinematic Universe Fandom. Why now? What was the final straw you ask? Not the Queen Natasha of Wakanda drawing. Not the push for Bucky as Black Panther. No. All that is terrible but I’ve found something even more embarrassing. A SteveXTony fanfiction in which Tony has to visit Wakanda to save Steve from being the ‘latest virgin sacrifice to the Panther God’. Because those damn savages over in Wakanda are totally going to kill him and Tony has to swoop in to save the day.
I am physically retching.
Natasha as queen of WHAT?
Bucky as WHO?
Steve is a VIRGIN SACRIFICE TO-
You know what? Red. I call red. Clearly, this post is a sign from the Lord for me to stay tf away from that fandom. White power fantasies gross me out.
I’M SORRY WHAT?!
WHO IS TRYING TO TURN BUCKY INTO BLACK PANTHER?!
WHO IS MAKING NAT’CHALLA FICS
WHO IS DOING THIS MESSY ASS SHIT
I NEED THESE BITCHES TO SQUARE UP WE GON FIGHT
Nuke White Fandom please @god. Just nuke them. It’s the only way to be sure.
White fandom, the curse that keeps cursing
I’m done. Done. Fuck this.
bcs i know ppl are going to come at me despite me not calling for them
“HOW CAN YOU SUPPORT FINNREY BUT BE ANTI-T’CHALLA/NATASHA AND THEN CALL OUT THE OPPOSITION FOR RACISM IN BOTH INSTANCES HYPROCRITE?!?!1″
here is how becky
people who adamantly oppose finnrey, the far and away most canonically supported ship, because they can’t stand the thought of their white fave (rey) being paired with a black man who they see as unworthy are being racist.
people who adamantly insist that natasha and t’challa should be together, despite the fact that it is diametrically opposed to his character and involves the erasure of his already woefully underrepresented black female love interests, because they see the extremely rich and literally royal t’challa as a Good Black Man worthy of their white fave (and they super grossly want her to be queen of his isolationist african nation untouched by colonialism) are being racist.
context is important. as is critical thinking. thank u. good night.
There are two (of many) very antiblack things that media does:
One is that when there is a cast with black and white main characters, those characters can’t get together (while in media with white main characters, they pretty much always get together). So black characters don’t get good, developed love stories, because they’re not paired with other leads to avoid an interracial couple. With the vast VAST majority of leads being white and ensembles being white dominated, avoiding interracial relationships means avoiding blackness altogether, as well as the reality that interracial relationships exist.
The other very antiblack thing media does is to not consider having two black leads that can have a love story because then it becomes “too black” and “unrelatable.” With the exception of comedy, two black leads makes it Black niche, which, despite the success of Empire, is usually disregarded as lesser (Being Mary Jane is as good or better than anything on network, but it’s sure not treated that way). This is especially true in mainstream genre media (eg superhero, scifi, fantasy). Black Panther is groundbreaking because, if done right, it will be a blockbuster genre film with only black leads and a black lead couple.
Both are progressive. IR is not ALWAYS progressive – hello, MCU Jessiluke (actually is there even one positive IR relationship in the entire MCU?). Which brings me to one last point about why some IR ships come off as racist and others don’t. If the shippers by and large are there for the black character first and foremost, which is generally the case with Finnrey, Richonne, WestAllen, and Ichabbie (RIP), the black characters are treated well in those shipping spaces. When fans are there for the white or nbpoc character first and foremost, which appears is often the case with Nat’Challa, JessiLuke, and Stormpilot and the black character is more often valued less, mistreated, and/or stereotyped. (And sure, you can be there for both equally, but it’s clear when the white half is given priority.)
In the case of T’Challa, most of his fanon relationships seem to be to add a relatable whiteness to him. What people are saying is, maybe this time try and relate without your comfort zone POV like everyone else had to do for all of the other MCU movies.
*Discussions on poverty and wealth and always incredibly on point and nuanced:
Seriously though, the easiest way to piss off a rich person is to own something expensive as a poor person—they literally think that they’re the only people who deserve nice things and will argue that you deserve to starve and die for it.
Three times in my life, my mom has saved up for 6-13 months to make big purchases for me.
The first, once she heard about the ps3 coming out, she starting saving. By the time my birthday rolled around, almost a year after it came out, she had bought it for me. The second time, she bought me a flat screen 30″ tv from a pawn shop as a graduation gift. She wanted me to be able to comfortably see the tv/play the game she got me while I was away for school instead of using our tiny tube tv. The third time is the most recent; she asked my brother to take her to the Air Force base and use her card to buy a ps4 for me so that they could use his military discount. It was my christmas present just after the system came out.
I’ve had people from high school til now tell me that if I wanted to live or have money I’d sell all of my belongings. To wealthy people, poor people should look poor at all times. They should have bare studio apartments with blankets for a bed and wear rags and walk everywhere they go. I’m sure they’d prefer it if we didn’t have shoes too. Goodness forbid we do anything nice for ourselves or someone gives us a gift that we don’t immediately go sell. It’s infuriating and depressing all at once.
Shout out to everyone who has ever had this problem. Seriously. This just in, poor people can have nice things, we just tend to have them more rarely and without disposing of them until we absolutely have to. That luxury car is a hand-me-down, the Calvin Klein shirt is from a bin sale at Sam’s Club, and that TV was something we could only get in a tiny window of sales after Christmas, with money that had been given to us for the purpose of selecting a gift.
This shit happens fucking constantly.
God this is important and it’s also worth pointing out that THINGS…. are often affordable. phones are affordable at a discount with various plans from providers, electronics are on sale all the time, a ONE TIME purchase is often affordable.
what isn’t affordable: the rising costs of rent, the rising costs of food, car payments and car-fixing expenses if you can only afford to buy a cheap used car in the first place, a wardrobe nice enough to wear to a job interview and to the office every day after that, medical procedures and medicine if you live in the states and don’t have amazing insurance.
THINGS are often affordable. LIVING is barely affordable.
and by the way, having a smartphone and a computer is not even a luxury these days. you pretty much HAVE to have those for work/school/communication these days. they are basic necessities for anyone trying to get out of poverty.
Discussions about rape culture:
“Despite the efforts of lawyers, former co-stars and misguided pseudo-Black Nationalists who have fought desperately over the past year to protect the legacy of Bill Cosby, it has finally been revealed that in a 2005 deposition,he admitted to giving women drugs ‘for sex.’
For those who may be unclear, using drugs (or alcohol!) deliberately to loosen women’s inhibitions in hopes that they will either consent to sex or be unable to decline sex is rape. There’s no gray area, no ‘I really thought she wanted to do it too’ when you provide drugs to ensure someone doesn’t, or can’t, say no.
Being mindful of the fact that Cosby has never been convicted of a crime, we can look at this deposition and the veritable clown car of alleged victims that provided very similar stories to what he offered in a sealed deposition 10 years ago and make the reasonable assumption that most, if not all, of these women are likely telling the truth. And if for no other reason but the sheer number of women who came forward, there are many, many reasonable human beings who came to this conclusion long ago. (That Beverly Johnson wasn’t enough for folks blows my mind, but my mind is often blown by patriarchy’s poisons.)
…Cosby has spent the past 15 years telling Black people that we’re our own worst enemy (ironically, his status as ‘moralist’ is part of the reason the court documents were unsealed in the first place), shifting blame for our challenges away from White supremacy and promoting some of the most shortsighted respectability narratives around. You’d be more likely to sell me on the idea that there was a grand conspiracy to hide the rape allegations so that he could continue to do so….
…One of the most heartbreaking parts of this decades-long mess is that there are folks who believe Cosby to be guilty, but think that he deserves a pass because of his contributions to Black culture and Black colleges. We know how one can buy oneself out of jail, but the idea that you can ‘achieve’ your way out of the idea of rape simply being wrong? That Black women are among those attempting to either rationalize past defense of Cosby, or continue to make excuses, is absolutely devastating.
…But while certain Black folks’ protection of Cosby is certainly central to this story (I’m choosing not to deal with the words of his co-stars here, because I don’t want to dismiss the possibility of certain traumas preventing them from acknowledging what this man has allegedly done over the years), it should be noted and noted again that the fact that it is rape culture that allows a man to allegedly assault many women and be protected by his industry, his family and his fans for decades.
<*Please go to Ebony Magazine to read the rest of this article.>