TW: SlursI’m crying, oh my god. It physically hurts me.
that is bollocks, there is no week held for any of the top three occurrences in history but the slavery of blacks in early history, i can’t stand uneducated fags
why is the titanic even on here? i never hear anyone say shit about the titanic.
i hear shit about slavery all the time, though. people really do need to get the fuck over it. the ones who bitch about it nonstop are the ones who had no part of it, and didn’t know anyone who had any part of it.
maybe people haven’t gotten over 9/11 yet, because it wasn’t that fucking long ago.
9/11 and slavery aren’t the same thing. Whoever made this picture is a liberal idiot who wants to undermine the meaning of 9/11 and how tragic it was……. slavery was NOTHING compared to 9/11. Last time I checked black people weren’t blown up by a group of savages. Instead they were BROUGHT HERE from AFRICA which was a stinking hellhole and given FOOD AND WATER AND SHELTER. Sure slavery wasn’t nice but it was WAY BETTER than what they had in Africa.
In a way slavery might have been the best thing that ever happened to the Africans. Otherwise they would have died in Africa
slavery may have been the best thing that ever happened to the Africans
not sure whether to laugh or cry
It’s the truth. Not nice but the truth
CAN EVERYBODY TAKE A MINUTE TO READ ALL THE COMMENTARY ON THIS POST BECAUSE I CAN’T WITH THIS IGNORANCE.
Did this seriously just happen? You guys sound like a bunch of white supremist idiots with the sort of talk that Europeans used to excuse the kidnapping and enslaving of PoC in the first place.
I for one am agitated by the perpetuation of the horrors of slavery. My entire life I lived in a predominantly PoC town and as one of the 4 other white people in the entire city I experienced what it feels like to be a minority. I know you’ll scoff and say I don’t even know what that means but all throughout school, derogatory terms were literally thrown at me every day of my childhood and adolescence. Yes, I was called cracker, whitey, and I didn’t feel that I deserved any of it, as outside school I had been raised and played with a variety of all races and nationalities and never insulted anyone or judged based on skin color. Yet somehow these children had been raised being told that white people suck and they should avoid us, and it was lame because it was the 21st century and that’s still racism.
Yet if I were to say, “slavery was a long time ago, get over yourselves,” I would definitely be fulfilling what this photoset is describing. And certainly, most of the above commentators are doing the same thing, “it wasn’t that big a deal,” “you’re all exaggerating,” “move on,” “grow up.” But let me fill you in. You’re right. 9/11 and slavery were not the same thing.
Slavery was worse.
Imagine that you’re at home with your family and you’re about to make dinner when you realize that you’re low on groceries so you decide to go out and get more so your family can eat. As you leave your house, a strange ship arrives, larger and more advanced than you’ve ever seen before and strange looking beings come off the ship and grab hold of you. You struggle, but to no avail. Then they break into your house and capture your family and split them up, no matter how much you please. These beings looks at you and your current technology and compare it to their intergalactic space travel and compare your culture to theirs and your skin (whatever color it may be) to their own blueish-gray. “They’re not like us,” they cry, “they’re primitive.” “They need help.” But do they help you? Does anyone help you? No, in fact, the leaders of other nations, to save themselves, agree with these aliens that they can have you, their own kind, and they start capturing your neighbors, or extended family, your leaders, and sell them off to save themselves.
They pile you onto their ship, but they weren’t built to accommodate the thousands they’ve now captured so you’re all crammed into the storage hull and locked in and you can barely sleep or move or breath. There are no waste receptacles so people are forced to relieve themselves in the small area and more often than not, the soilings end up inside your own pants. You’re cramped in whatever position you can find for weeks, now months, you’re not sure how many days have actually passed but you’re feeling weak, and one guy was carving a tally into the wall, but he’s slumped over now and you’re not sure when the last time you saw him move was. His tally’s missing a few, anyway. The first few days you tried calling out names, seeing if you knew anyone on the boat. There was one person there who answered, but it wasn’t who you were calling for, just some distant friend of his you don’t know. You’ve learned to sleep standing up now.
Eventually you arrive and as they usher all of you off the ship you notice that about half of you aren’t following. Why is that? You heard them crying just the other day. As you stand at the docks the others drag their bodies out and toss them over the side and you realize why.
The other ships are nowhere to be seen. You don’t know if you’ll ever see your family again. Slowly, before you can even think about making a dash for it—you saw others try to but get shot down, and where even are you, anyway?—more of these aliens you’ve never seen before surround the area and start shouting in a language you’ve never heard before. There are runes everywhere too, but even with your knowledge you can make neither heads nor tails of them. They don’t seem to be written in any conventional direction, either.
A few of these beings look you up and down and shake their heads and move on and the guard you suddenly realize is standing behind you cuffs you over the head and you have no idea why. Eventually someone nods and hands him a small bag and you’re shoved towards him and he gets you in some sort of vehicle and you’re taken to his house. There he speak to you in more of that weird language and points at his yard and you have no idea what he even means and after his voice rises several decibels he take out a whip and starts flogging you with it. You realize you’d better learn his language fast and when he’s got you on his task, you know how to say ‘cotton,’ and ‘work,’ and ‘food.’ Soon a dozen other of your people join you in the fields but you don’t know any of them and they’re just as confused and desperate as you. There’s a shed behind the house that your owner indicates all of you have to sleep in, and it’s almost as bad as the ship but at least there’s fresh air and room to curl up. In the morning there’s a loaf of bread and a bucket of water and you try your best to delegate it evenly but after months of this treatment you’re starving and don’t have the energy except to fight to get your mouthful down and watch as some people’s come back up. You sometimes remember your family but you have no way of knowing if they even survived the boatride or the strange conditions in this new place or if they’ve been flogged to death yet. You’ve seen plenty of people get their wounds infected and not survived it. You don’t remember when the last time you has a shower was. Those who try to escape are gunned down.
Sound familiar? This is what slavery was. And in case it didn’t ring any bells, it was actually quite like the holocaust. With the main difference being that those were relocated to ghettos and camps were located to ones with Gustapo who spoke their language so they knew exactly what was expected of them. And all of those involved in Nazi Germany, the gay, Jewish, disabled, Romani, were actually killed much quicker, on purpose while those enslaved had to live through it until they died from various causes, from infection, to malnutrition, to overwork, to poor living conditions, to being gunned down from trying to escape. Yes eventually those who were in slavery slowly built their own society, with a healer who could tend to her fellow slaves, but sometimes they were forced to whip their own. During 9/11 nearly 3000 people died instantly, and it’s tragic because the families they left behind will never get to see them again, but at least they know. Have you ever stayed up late one night wondering why so-and-so isn’t home yet and you wonder what could have happened? Now imagine that being your life.
Please don’t spout all of this ignorant bullshit about how slavery “wasn’t nice” but “wasn’t that bad.” Don’t even get me started on segregation and Jim Crow laws after the north fought so hard to free the slaves in the first place.
“slavery was NOTHING compared to 9/11. Last time I checked black people weren’t blown up by a group of savages. Instead they were BROUGHT HERE from AFRICA which was a stinking hellhole and given FOOD AND WATER AND SHELTER. Sure slavery wasn’t nice but it was WAY BETTER than what they had in Africa.
In a way slavery might have been the best thing that ever happened to the Africans. Otherwise they would have died in Africa”
oh my god.
you know i was gonna be mad but then i saw rick-santorum2012
of course they would say that
I want everyone to be aware that this was just said.
slavery was NOTHING compared to 9/11. Last time I checked black people weren’t blown up by a group of savages.
Don’t talk to me about post-racial society.
Don’t talk to me about racism being over.
Don’t talk to me about we all bleed red.
I can’t handle white people anymore.
v o m i t.
t h e s e a r e r e a l p e o p l e i n t h e w o r l d
slavery is not the same thing as 9/11 ya’ll. 3000 people died at the hands of savages, ya’ll. White people? Come get your trash.
Still not surprising.
Not surprising at all. And you wonder why PoC can’t stand white people because of this fuckery.