Why #WomenBoycottTwitter Applies to White Women Who Only Care About White Women

A slew of mostly if not only White women in Hollywood are stepping forward in droves to either condemn Harvey Weinstein or bravely share their encounters with him or the other Hollywood boys who’ve tried to have their way with them.

It’s a fucked up situation but not necessarily a shocking revelation. Hollywood like most institutions of power can’t avoid the slimy goo of sexual dysfunction that is propelled by the orgasms of privileged assholes who can’t avoid the tempting thrill of being righteously abhorrent.

As much as I empathize with those who’ve been honest about the pain from the past — I’m also reserved in my need to fully engage or support the efforts that are mounting in response to the growing realization that when push comes to shove — big-name companies that benefit from our extreme usage like Twitter — will perform shady acts in a helpless attempt to reiterate the laws of social graces — that haven’t been fully implemented — hence the fumbled messages.

When actress Rose McGowan, led the charge against Weinstein and the other “bad boys” in the club — her voice seemed to echo the loudest — based on the fact that this wasn’t the first time — she voiced her opinion about the seediness of an industry that she can no longer tolerate.

Expectedly — once the word was out and the retweets increased in tempo — the unleashing of updates and the increase in famous White faces dominating my timeline became somewhat of a hassle. I hate to admit this — but at some point — inertia kicked in and all I could muster was slight irritation at this new national crisis that once again gauges the privilege of White pain.

White pain is overwhelmingly seductive.

When White women hurt — we all hurt. When they need to be defended — we all jump in with gusto. When White women have been attacked or wronged — there’s an immediate army of goodwill from all sides. This method of comforting is assigned to our outlets of entertainment. Most of the TV shows on network television cater to the wellbeing of the White woman character, which regulates everyone else to her care. It’s tradition to give White women all they need to stay contentedly valued and visible.

Black pain is a pain.

It’s a pain for most White people who can’t figure out the source because there’s never any real distinction. When Black women hurt — we hurt alone. When we need to be defended — White women rarely jump in with enthusiasm or genuine solidarity. When Black women have been disintegrated and harassed — we’re the ones who have to congregate with heightened vigor to shield and deflect. Black men do what they can for reinforcements, but ultimately Black women take care of Black women. Most of what we see in the media supports the theory of the strong Black woman who never backs down from the pressure of her existence.

#BlackGirlMagic proves that we are able to soar with the fairy dusting of that added ingredient, which necessary for the extra doses of strength — needed to fight against the odds.

When Sandra Bland died and the hoopla surrounding her mysterious death in the jail cell she was tossed in started trending, the feelings of outrage, disgust, hopelessness, betrayal, disbelief, abandonment, confusion, inconsolability and fear was rooted mainly in the sphere of Black women and the space created in hubs like Twitter — that provide an outlet to battle outrageousness — out loud.

Black women were loud as fuck as we always are when shit hits the fan and we get soaked in it. Creatives like me utilize Twitter and other platforms to exercise the excruciating pain that only spreads so far — even when a Black woman with American citizenship is forced to not only watch her boyfriend bleed to death after being pummeled with bullets in his car seat — but also silently comfort her toddler daughter strapped in the back seat.

White women are mostly silent when it comes to Black pain and that’s why the newly minted movement that is asking all women to take a stand doesn’t appeal to me.

#WomenBoycottTwitter is purely a White woman thing and not only will it have no impact — but it also relays the signal that once again — sets the divide between Black and White feminism.

The ongoing tension between White women and Black women is really not that deep. Black women care more and White women really don’t give a fuck — almost all of the time.

Yes, I know this is a generalization and that there are some White women that dare to care — but for the most part — the support is less than zero.

As Jemele Hill battles President Trump and the pussies at ESPN who would rather obey a renowned “pussy-grabber” than uphold the dignified rights of an exceptional employee — Black women have been the most vocal empathizers — as we vow to #StandwithJemele — and curse out the system that seems hell bent on punishing women of color with strong opinions.

White women especially the ones with high visibility — have chosen not to join Black women to help battle the causes that keep us far apart. They prefer to watch from the sidelines and adopt Megyn Kelly’s rhetoric of how “angry Black women” deserve to be disciplined for being so angry all the damn time.

It’s just another day in America when a Black kid is shot down in a public park for playfully wielding a toy gun. There’s no cause for alarm when a young Black mother has a brigade of armed men invade her home — and blast her to death in the presence of her young children who are also caught in the line of fire.

So, forgive me if I chuck the sentiment of #WomenBoycottTwitter to the White women who only care about their pain.

I will never condone the act of sexual violence — and even though it’s not necessary to admit that my past has been mired by similar infestation — I feel compelled to admit it — as a way to relax the assumption that I’m too callous to see the bigger picture — or get past my pettiness.

But, when it comes to Black pain — particularly the daily stabbings that Black women are enduring for being women with enough attitude to match the disposition that was created for our downfall — I am petty as fuck.

And I will not pretend as if there is a steady camaraderie between women who are adored for being White and the women who are persecuted for being Black.

So, I will continue to use Twitter as one of the many tools that allows the advancement of Black voices and the passion that fuels the issues that matter to Black women on the basis of why #BlackLivesMatter.

There’s a lot to be incensed about and there will never be enough time in the 24 hour cycle to adequately finesse all the uprooted nerves — that are charged up and ready for never-ending debates that more often than not — feature White men shaming Black women for causing the apparent decline of a whole organization based on the way we handle “the mike.”

If Black women chose to boycott all the places, things, and people that consistently harm us with no consequences — imagine what a process that would entail!

If White women want to only pursue their own interests — I’m down with that — as long as Black women aren’t required to participate. There has to be a fundamental shift in the way that White women approach the validity of Black pain — and furthermore — there has to be enough evidence to prove those endeavors.

Until then — White women can boycott Twitter and I will continue to #StandwithJemele.

And that’s basically the White and Black of it.

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