I remember watching the torture scenes from The Passion of Christ when I was 3 but it didn’t do anything because I didn’t know what blood and torture was.
But then like 1st grade or 2nd grade or some shit, I remember my mom would constantly show me these photos of Mary statues weeping blood.
Imagine just understanding what blood and death is, and seeing an inanimate object with a realistic face, that’s fucking slightly smiling and staring at you, and there’s blood flowing down its face. And your mom keeps going on about how miraculous and amazing and wonderful it is and how this woman bleeding from her eyes loves you.
I genuinely started to think everyone has gone batshit insane and became too afraid to sleep because my bedroom was filled with crucifixes and Mary statues and drawings
Not dismissing our indifference over the support of Ukraine after no support has ever been given to us as “whataboutism” or telling me that it’s not the right time to worry about xyz. That’s not to say anyone here is guilty of such, but I believe the majority of white American liberals outside of here consider themselves “leftist” and ask the same question.
I think it’s incredible that what made me stop having a baseline level of respect and trust for white people is seeing them dehumanize another group of white people in real time and advocate for nuclear war. Partly because the same language and tactics have been used against us in the past. It’s like these people buried it deep down their brain and now have an excuse to pull back the tropes without the fear of being called racist.
I never understood this sentiment. Yes it’s annoying to repeat myself, especially if it’s in response to some bad faith asshole. But if it’s some white guy who’s genuinely curious about what I believe then I have no problem explaining it