Maybe Daily Episode 13: Black lives matter

Summary

Welcome back to Maybe Daily episode 13. In today’s episode, we’re catching up. It’s been way too long since I published the last MD. Coming back on my recording schedule, it seems like episode 13 should have been about Kevin Hart. Looks like I wrote a draft and forgot about it. Him getting pulled off the Oscars, his new special, etc. However, this one may be more interesting for you to listen to as we tackle BLM. “Black lives matter”, a rallying cry to fight injustice especially against black people. Or so you’d think, however, black people seem to receive more abuse from BLM supporters than from the traditionally accepted racists with a different skin tone.

Interestingly enough, for the first time ever, I received what one would call racist abuse if it came from a white person. However, one would not call it racist because black people did it. I finally joined the BLM’ coons club alongside the likes of Kanye West, Candace Owens, Terry Crews and others. Not the worst club to be a part of when you consider the members. I will obviously wear this as a badge of honour until I die, or at least until I forget this ever happened, whichever comes first.

While it came from a place of hatred, these people inspired me not only to record a podcast months after the last one but also to a poem I recite at the end of the episode:

Black lives matter unless you think for yourself, no diversity of thought it’s sus
We have a dream where black, whites, latinos, chinese jump on our single think bus
We will chastise and shame if you don’t look nor think nor behave exactly like us
Making up a symbol to group a bunch of nothing, a gesture, any real help is surplus

People worried about matching their coats with a BLM sign to look good
Focusing their energy on getting attention rather than acting good
Something wicked this way came, shrieked and ruined everyone’s mood
Claiming to share a dream of equality while spitting where MLK stood

We don’t know one another, have no idea what each went through
Screaming, scratching away the hate seems so strong in you
Looking for answers, becoming a victim, these lies tricked you
This poison you drink, the poison you share, this will be the end of you

You missed the tolerance lesson we all got from Lilo & Stitch
Going around talking such a big game but no-show on the pitch
You turn out to be the racist you claim to hate and that’s rich
Look in the mirror, my hair and my thoughts are my own, bitch