I reckon we’ll never know if the Willie Lynch Letter was a hoax or not. However, people like you give credence to the fact that whether or not the letter and speech were real, its ideologies are very much the foundation upon which slave owners and white supremacists have built their strategies since the first slaves were stolen from their homes in the 1600s.
I know that fine HBCU from which you graduated taught you a few things about the history [and present] of Africans and their descendants, in America. Did you just sleep through every class whereby instructors lectured about the manner in which slave owners and white people have always thrived in large part because of their use of self-hating, crabs in a barrel-behaving, better than everyone else complex having people like you?
Did you really think you’d be that “different” negro who could win favor from a privileged, entitled, pompous, bigoted billionaire who has never, does not, and probably will never care about people who look like you? Have the few years of favor you’ve gotten from being Massah Donald’s property, been worth selling your soul? Has it been worth knowing that unlike Sally Hemings, Hannah, and other slaves who were forced into relationships with their masters, you had a choice, but still chose to be owned?
These are real questions because I’m confused and for the life of me can’t fathom the notion of selling out in the ways that you have.
While on The Apprentice you took great pride in affording Donald Trump, via network television producers, the opportunity to cast you as the stereotypical “angry black woman,” villain, and unscrupulous professional. Since moving into your White House role, you’ve been those things in real life.
You remind me that obscurity isn’t such a bad thing, and my life as a regular brown girl struggling to make ends meet, isn’t so bad after all. I’d rather be regular than one of “Trump’s blacks,” any day.
Remember when you said, “I’m going to crush my competition and I’m going to enjoy doing it?” Well, I chuckled reading that quote because I imagine that Kirstjen Nielsen feels that way about you. Because for some reason, you fancied yourself as entitled to drop-in White House meetings like Steven Q. Urkel at the Winslow’s residence.
Now, not only have you sold your soul to the devil, but one of the biggest papers in the world has mocked you and the manner in which Nielsen is responsible for keeping you in check, much like the overseer on a plantation:
“She is also responsible for keeping Mr. Kelly’s no-fly list of aides he deems to be unfit to attend serious meetings, the most prominent of whom is Omarosa Manigault, the former “Apprentice” star with an ill-defined job and a penchant for dropping into meetings where she was not invited.”
Apparently, you also don’t know how to stay in your place and keep your Sambo, Stepin Fetchit, Aunt Thomasina (Uncle Tom), mouth shut. They say you’re triggering Massah Donald and getting him all upset? Among other things, they say it’s your fault he went bonkers on poor little Mika Brzezinski. Is this really what you want to be known for?
At a time when your fearless leader, Donald John, and his flunkies can openly insult people who look like you, fail to adequately condemn systems that have oppressed and now mock you, and create new institutional means of hurting people who look like you, I simply can’t pinpoint a return on investment good enough for selling my soul to the devils you’ve allowed to own you. To each her own, I guess.
Anyway, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’d be remiss if I didn’t share this with you: Pandering to white supremacy doesn’t make you immune from its perils. That’s a lesson you’re clearly enjoying learning the hard way, though.
Hoping you buy some of your soul back on Amazon before Don John makes you “the black” he throws under Rob Mueller’s Russia investigation bus,
Friday F. Foster
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