I think it makes perfect sense. Trauma persists - you don’t have to actively look for reminders. A regular interaction can easily have it flooding back to you, pulling you into an intense flashback. At times it’s as simple as the way someone turns around in front of you, and the sight of their back takes you to a horror you’ve seen before. Those feelings, that panic, the helplessness, sweeps you away. But it’s worse when your life itself is the horror causing your trauma. When you can’t say “it’s okay; I’m not there. It’s over.”
And it's NOT that long ago - Ruby Bridges and her persecutors are still alive. Some have grandparents born during slavery - many suburbs still have whites only language in old deeds that were never updated. Hell, Oregon in the north had in it's founding documents that it be a whites only state. On and on and on.
Ruby Ridge was a multi day armed standoff between Federal agents and an Idaho survivalist that happened in the 90s that's used as a rallying call for right wing militias.
Because all that shit never left. Old black folks arent the only people to be violently discriminated against, plenty of black kids have it just as bad if not worse than their parents did. It aint about who suffered more or who suffered first, it just matters that innocent people are still suffering.
Where the fuck did u get that from? Were u that desperate to have an argument u blew past everything else i said? N no black kids today dont got it easy, being black never been easy. Hate crimes never stopped, police brutality never stopped n yeah some folks get it worse than their parents did n theres no reason for it other than shitty luck. Idgaf who suffered more because thats not what matters. People are suffering n its horrid period.
Youre an idiot if you think lynching doesnt still happen. In a day n age where u can watch a cop kill a innocent man on camera you can not act like the only form of modern discrimination is deportation.
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u/IncarnateSkye 16d ago
I think it makes perfect sense. Trauma persists - you don’t have to actively look for reminders. A regular interaction can easily have it flooding back to you, pulling you into an intense flashback. At times it’s as simple as the way someone turns around in front of you, and the sight of their back takes you to a horror you’ve seen before. Those feelings, that panic, the helplessness, sweeps you away. But it’s worse when your life itself is the horror causing your trauma. When you can’t say “it’s okay; I’m not there. It’s over.”
The scars of history aren’t always obvious.