This is meant to be a little less on the intense side; me trying something new LOL. Beicause, TBH, I get the sense 'outsiders' aren't the only ones who think we have to be clones of one another in order to keep from being labeled as 'against' the community.

Just created r/ReportAntiBlackHate for anyone who wants to post links to any online content that may lead to harm against us.

English/French/Spanish/Arabic/Portuguese content, whatever. Report everyhting there no matter the language

I created a discord for us to come together and come up with ideas to not only better our community locally, but to reach out to others that we normally wouldn’t be able to reach. This way we can stay connected and up to date on information around the world. From protest to the government . Please join and help get the conversation going .. https://discord.gg/vcB3gRG54

A while ago I had the idea to blend African patterns and designs to modern streetwear culture but make it more minimal for everyday use.

This idea developed into 3rd culture based on 3rd culture kids who are people who spend their developmental years away from their parents culture, its about people who have heritage but are away from home, their identity is in between worlds.

its for people like myself I'm from both Ghana and Nigeria but was born and raised in the UK.

The design for the dashiki is based off the popular African dashiki but is not so flashy to encourage everyday use and the hat design is the recognisable and meaningful adinkra symbols from Ghana.

What are genuine thoughts on the idea? Do you think there's a market for it?

Thank you.

These Americans keep on yapping about our Melanesian Identities like don’t y’all let other black ppl across the world to speak

I'm not issuing a disclaimer.

You already know this doesn't apply to every Black man breathing—and if you're genuinely the exception, then this wasn't written for you.

But if the shoe is fitting while you're reading it, that's worth sitting with instead of deflecting.

The problem is large enough to address directly. Tiptoeing around it to protect feelings hasn't helped anybody.

There are enough valid cases to justify saying this plainly. So, it's being said plainly.

First, I'll quickly kill this argument by Blueface:

If your higher-earning parent drinks too much, parties constantly, and generally behaves irresponsibly—should they automatically get custody of you just because their income's higher?

Of course not.

That's the entire original point of child support.

It was designed as a legal equalizer—a mechanism to help ensure that the less financially powerful but more personally responsible parent could still provide adequately, and that any deadbeats couldn't simply walk away from children they helped create.

Is it perfect? No. But is it necessary? Unfortunately, yes.

Money was never supposed to be the only measurement of fit parenthood.

You need more than a paycheck to raise a child well. Stability, character, and presence matter way more than mere income.

But, at the very least...you're going to help pay for the kid you made. Unfit parent or not.

And, frankly: If only more people would treat reproduction with the gravity it deserves, instead of making kids with people they'd never commit their lives to...child support courts would be dramatically less crowded.

But here we are. And I digress.

As for Blueface himself: we don't take wisdom from men with a penchant for crimes, a history of violence against women, and a wandering eye for underage girls. Full stop.

His track record disqualifies him from this conversation entirely. His poor life decisions are literally written all over his face.

Any male readily nodding their head "yes" to this foolishness shares in his folly.

This all leads me to my second and loudest point:

Despite all that we've suffered against us as the Black community—too much to name here...

...We're still without much excuse for the lack of maturity and personal development operating among so many boys and men in our community today.

This is a symptom of a larger disease: too many of our Black American men are going through life as glorified teenagers in adult bodies.

Emotionally reactive, logically underdeveloped. Allergic to nuance. Always ready to place blame for their own bad choices and shortcomings on others.

And, no, Black women didn't cause this.

Women are not a stronger or bigger social power than men.

One is only as powerful as the most powerful allows.

Women have never fit that definition in human history.

For heaven's sake, men invented child support, back before women even had anywhere close to equal presence in the legal profession.

It was done because women have lesser power and standing socially.

Male culture has a blaming problem.

This truth stretches to men far beyond just the Black American community.

Because it's true and has always been true: Malekind is broadly broken, across the board.

But I say it with a megaphone as a Black male, internally. With concern. With love for our people.

There's only so much blame we can legitimately place upon circumstances for the choices we make. A man still possesses free moral agency—free will. A man is still capable of making better choices.

Selfishness can still exist as a quality to be accountable for, despite our justified grievances of victimhood.

Fellas—nobody is coming to grow us up but us.

It's time. High time. Past time.

I'm a black man who doesn't do well in hood spaces, I live there and I have a bunch of family from the hood but I never fit in at most hood functions. I'm 34, I don't have any kids yet and I'm looking for my queen to build a life with. Where should I go? I don't drink and can't do clubs at all, I'm very physically fit and I'm tall but I honestly don't really know where to meet women around my age who want the same things I do. Any pointers on where I should be going to increase my odds of meeting someone? I stopped using dating apps a few months ago so I've been trying to meet single women organically so any advice on where to go would be greatly appreciated👍🏽

Y’all… I’m still confused.

I placed an online Walgreens order the night before. Paid for. Confirmed. Marked “Ready for Pickup.” All I had to do was walk in, give my name, and leave.

Tell me why the moment I said I was there for an online pickup, the whole vibe shifted like I asked for the keys to the pharmacy safe. The woman behind the counter got stiff, another employee came over like backup, and suddenly I’m being questioned like I’m trying to steal something that literally has my name on it.

It wasn’t loud or dramatic — just that weird, uncomfortable “why are y’all acting like I’m a threat?” energy that Black folks know way too well.

I contacted the store and corporate afterward, and the responses were all over the place. The “apology” they sent me felt like a generic bot wrote it without reading anything I said.

Has Walgreens ever treated y’all sideways like this?
Because I’m still trying to figure out why picking up my own order turned into a whole interrogation.

Good morning!

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I keep running into the same patterns, both online and in real life, where black people are constantly talked about through stereotypes that have been repeated so many times they start getting treated like facts. It feels like there’s already a preset idea of who you’re supposed to be before you even show up anywhere, and anything that ‘doesn’t make sense’ gets brushed off as strange instead of just individuality.

A lot of it shows up in the way people speak so confidently about groups they don’t actually understand. Online especially, people will talk about who they would or wouldn’t date, or what traits they think belong to certain races, like it’s just casual conversation. It gets framed as “preference,” but the way it’s said still carries judgment underneath it. Then it gets repeated in comments, echoed by other people, and slowly it stops feeling like isolated opinions and starts feeling like a shared narrative; not because it reflects reality, but because repetition makes it feel more real than it actually is.

And that same cycle feeds into the stereotypes about black people that are already everywhere—being loud, ghetto, uneducated, aggressive, or whatever label people want to attach depending on the situation. These ideas dont usually come from real personal experience with individuals; they come from media, social media trends, and things people repeat without questioning where they learned them from. Over time, that creates a kind of automatic assumption system where people think they already know who you are before you’ve even spoken.

Since I was younger, I’ve noticed how quickly black people get filtered through those assumptions in everyday situations. Our intelligence gets doubted before anything is even said. Our personalities get predicted before we even get the chance to show it. Even appearance gets interpreted through expectation instead of reality. Something as simple as hair becomes part of that too. I’ve always worn my natural hair, and it’s long, but I still get reactions that show disbelief, like it doesn’t match what people were expecting. And it’s not really about hair, it’s about how quickly people decide what they think you’re supposed to look like.

There’s also the layer of colorism that shows up in how people talk about complexion, where darker skin is often met with comments that carry quiet judgment or unnecessary surprise. Even when it’s framed as a compliment—like being called “an exception”—it still reveals the assumption underneath it. It implies there was a standard in their mind that you weren’t expected to fit, and that’s what makes it stick wrong. It doesn’t really land as praise; it just exposes the bias behind the words.

I never struggled with dating because of my skin tone, but I still remember how annoying it was to hear things like I was “extremely pretty for a black girl” or to be positioned as some kind of exception. Even when people don’t realize the weight of what they’re saying, it reduces something that should just be normal—being seen as pretty, being seen as enough—into something conditional.

I know at the same time that not every person thinks like this, and not every interaction is shaped by stereotypes. Real life is more layered than what shows up online, and people are still individuals with their own thoughts. But constant exposure to the same narratives over and over again does get exhausting. It makes you more aware of how quickly people sort others into categories without actually taking the time to see them as a full person.

I don’t really like admitting it now, but there was a time I carried a lot of internalized negativity about being black. It wasn’t something I said out loud, it was more like this constant feeling that I wanted to be anything else, like somehow my life would be easier if I could just erase that part of myself. I was young and surrounded by people who didn’t always think before they spoke, and I absorbed more than I should’ve. Every stereotype, every joke, every ignorant comment started to stack up until I started looking at myself through their lens instead of my own.

What changed me wasn’t one big moment. It was slowly realizing how small-minded some people can be—how confidently people will speak about black people like we’re all the same. Like we all fit into whatever limited box they’ve decided on. It’s honestly exhausting, because you start to see how little effort some people put into actually understanding anyone outside their own perspective. They act like they’ve figured out an entire race based on a handful of assumptions, and it says more about them than it ever does about us.

At some point, I had to step back and recognize that none of that actually defined me. Not their ignorance, not their stereotypes, not their projections. I started paying attention to what was real instead of what was said about me. And what’s real is that I’ve worked hard, I’ve stayed focused, I’ve pushed myself in environments where I was one of the only black students in the room and still made it to the top. I’m graduating as valedictorian at a predominantly white school, and that isn’t because I was trying to prove anyone wrong—it’s because I refused to let other people’s narrow thinking decide who I get to be.

Now, I don’t look at being black as something I have to justify or defend. I see it as something rooted in strength, intelligence, creativity, and resilience—even if not everyone is willing to acknowledge that. I’ve learned that other people’s ignorance doesn’t get to define my identity. I no longer shrink myself to fit into what they expect, and never again will I let anyone dim my light.

I love being black.

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Male or Female.

Be open to long distance friendship and to meet one day. Black man. Love to eat, travel, watch movies (mainly horror, thrillers). Dark sense of humor. Love to laugh. I live in the Midwest.

Just started my fitness journey early this year and trying to learn Spanish

Also open to friends in Chicago, or other cities with a great food scene. I’m a laidback and chill type of guy trying to make friends. Can chat daily.

I was not aware of this history! Wow. Decoration Day.

For generations, Black Americans have been expected to survive a level of suffering, theft, and dehumanization that this country still struggles to fully acknowledge. The wealth of America was built in large part through the forced labor of enslaved Africans whose bodies, families, names, languages, and identities were treated like property. Trillions of dollars in labor were extracted from Black people without compensation while white institutions, banks, landowners, universities, and industries accumulated wealth that still benefits generations today. Black Americans were never truly repaid for that theft.

After slavery ended, the government promised formerly enslaved Black families “40 acres and a mule,” a chance to finally build stability and generational wealth after centuries of unpaid labor. That promise was largely taken back. Land was returned to former Confederates while Black Americans were pushed into sharecropping, poverty, terror, and segregation. Every time Black people began building successful communities despite oppression, those communities were targeted, burned, destroyed, or economically sabotaged. In 1921, the thriving Black community of Tulsa, Oklahoma — known as Black Wall Street — was massacred and burned to the ground by white mobs while authorities failed to protect its residents. Families lost businesses, homes, land, and generational wealth overnight.

The theft did not stop there. Black Americans were systematically locked out of housing opportunities through redlining, denied fair loans, denied equal education, denied access to better neighborhoods, denied equal protection under the law, and targeted by discriminatory policing and sentencing. Entire generations of Black families were prevented from building the same economic foundation that many white families were allowed to pass down for decades. The racial wealth gap seen today did not appear out of nowhere — it was engineered through laws, policies, violence, and exclusion.

Even now, Black Americans still face disproportionate policing, incarceration, discrimination in employment and housing, healthcare disparities, underfunded schools, environmental injustice, and constant social stereotypes that portray Black people as dangerous, inferior, or disposable. Many Black people grow up carrying emotional stress that never fully leaves: the pressure to work twice as hard to receive half the respect, the fear during police encounters, the exhaustion of constantly being judged before even speaking, and the pain of watching society debate whether racism still exists while living through it in real time.

That is why seeing billions of dollars suddenly become available through an “Anti-Weaponization Fund” for people claiming unfair treatment by the government is deeply painful and infuriating to many Black Americans. Black people have experienced centuries of literal government-backed weaponization: slavery enforced by law, segregation enforced by law, stolen land, racial terror, economic exclusion, mass incarceration, voter suppression, and systemic discrimination. Yet when Black Americans demand reparations, accountability, or acknowledgment of generational harm, the response is often delay, denial, mockery, or political outrage.

This affects me personally because I do not experience this history as something distant or finished. I live with the emotional, financial, and psychological consequences of systems that were designed long before I was born but still shape opportunities, treatment, and perception today. It is exhausting watching Black pain constantly questioned while the evidence is written all throughout American history. Black people have continuously built this country, defended this country, entertained this country, enriched this country culturally and economically, and still had to beg to be treated fully human within it.

Okay for reference I am black (17F) and my white cousin (10F) wants to dress up as Michael Jackson for Halloween. After the Michael movie came out she has shown a huge interest in Michael and his music. She genuinely loves him and appreciates his art!

However, her aunt (my mom who is white) finds a problem with it.

I’ll quote her here: “Also I think when people dress as the white Michael we are teetering on being insensitive to vitaligo”

My cousins mom who is also white doesn’t see a problem with this because she stated she would never paint her childs face a different color, for obvious reasons. My mom is still indifferent about this and they were going back and forth on the issue.

Me being the only black person in this conversation makes me feel like the decision maker. I am looking for other peoples opinions on this. Personally, i dont see an issue if she just dresses in his signature outfit with his glove etc… i DID specify to not wear a wig because.. idk it feels odd if she were to wear one.

Anyone have any thoughts?