Arrr, matey! I be a Black chaplain, and me heart be steerin' clear o’ identity scallywags! Hear me tale!
2024-08-06
Ahoy, matey! Me be vexed by this identity hullabaloo! Instead o’ uniting us as fine scallywags of the human fleet, it keeps us squabblin’ over colors like a pack o’ parrot brigands. Let’s hoist the sails of togetherness, not these wretched tribal flags! Arrr!
Ahoy, mateys! Identity politics be makin’ a raucous return, faster than a cannonball flyin’ through the air, ever since Vice President Kamala Harris set sail for the presidential seas. Aye, this ol’ scallywag despises identity politics, for it be doin’ naught for me comrades on the South Side of Chicago. Instead of raisin’ us up, it be layin’ heavy chains of inferiority upon our backs, makin’ us look like we be needin’ pity. When I tell landlubbers where I hail from, their faces tell the tale of preconceived notions aplenty!Now, don’t get me started on the notion that me skin color be decidin’ me vote! When I spied the #BlackWomenForBiden trend, it set me sails awry! Why should Black women be forced to ignore a candidate’s record just ‘cause of shared pigmentation? And those “White Women for Kamala” be shiverin’ with guilt, preachin’ about privilege without mentionin’ qualifications. Arrr, it be a sad sight indeed!
Then came “White Dudes for Harris,” a band of landlubbers preachin’ about their toxic masculinity—where were ye when we needed the help? Identity politics be the scourge of the seven seas, distractin’ from the real issues at hand. Aye, let’s hoist the flag of humanity over tribalism and focus on lendin’ a hand to all, regardless of color! The real treasures lie in merit and responsibility, not in the murky waters of racial folly! Arrr!