Nearly since birth, I have been subjected to human cruelty, this is part and parcel of being born into an unstable marriage to two emotionally unstable people. Only one parent was empathetic and caring, the other was cruel, destructive, violent.
Mother divorces father, family is plunged into grinding, relentless poverty. I’ve struggle all of my life to escape this trap. I have gone to school and amassed mounds of higher education debt. I have kept my legs closed and just worked and studied, like a mule, only to hit the reality of financial limits, racial limits. Human limits. People are not kind. People are cold. Cruel. Self-absorbed.
I also have the pleasure of being black in a culture that seems to resent and hate people of color, unless of course we are dribbling a ball, scrubbing a floor, or acting like minstrel buffoons. Tacitly mind you, because if a POC brings up our reality we are dismissed as a whiner. After all, the country just had a half black POTUS with a Muslim name. Every day of my life I have awakened in a country where the whole middle swath of states, and states along the southern border hate me for being alive, can you imagine? Where other people can say “I think I’ll move here”, “I think I’ll go to school there”, every move I have thought about making has by necessity, been prefaced by a search for hate crime statistics and number of white citizens vs black in a given area to avoid a potential “incident” or years of harassment and tension.
Every day of my life I have been fed message that I am destined to be on welfare, that I expect handouts, that I am intellectually inferior, sexually promiscuous and inordinately predisposed to being violent, ugly and over all, undesirable. I took pride in being the opposite of these things, but in the end it actually meant nothing, who gives a fuck? Just another pile of carbon and flesh fighting to believe in its own significance against a tide that says my sense of self-worth is merely an illusion.
I have literally fought my entire life to preserve my dignity, to find some semblance of safety and security. After an unrelenting series of bad incidences over the past two years, after 4 decades of being strong, resilient, persistent, I am bled out. I am dead, and now I am at a loss for what to do with the body. I know I should not be here anymore, under other circumstances, someone in my position should be able to take a long vacation, go engage in life affirming activities, take a load off and escape reality for a while, but if you are a POC, only rarely can you do this, and usually it involves having the financial security to be able to afford to do it. Even if I had the means to travel, the first order of business would be to research which regions or countries are racial friendly to black people. There is no escaping.
My suicide secret is that I really don’t want to die, but I can’t see any other way out of the trap. My youth is waning, my energy has dwindled, what meager financial nest egg I was able to accumulate was loss in my attempt to start a business and my hope has died, years ago.
Simply at a loss until I get up the nerve to destroy my head with a hollow point bullet. I’m dragging through life in a daze now. This is not dignified living and it needs to be put to an end.
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Don’t aim for the head. The worst scenario would be a failed attempt and a disfigured face. Aim for the aorta. I would say have hope but who would I be kidding life sucks.
This is the end for us all. The wealthy, the racist, the sexist and the powerful have won. I can’t even go into the grocery store without a hundred bodies all landing their eyes on me and judging me just for the clothes on my back. Do they want those too I wonder? God damn parasites, the lot of them. I would drag them all to hell with me if I could…too bad hell is also a made up place. Just another weapon in the arsenal of fear.
It is a major dysfunction in the human species that we can’t just be content to let others be and live their lives unfettered. There must always be this need to meddle, to control, to thwart, to interfere. Look at any war, any conflict in the world, and this incessant propensity for meddling in other peoples’ ability to simply live freely will be at the root of it.
Relateable, At least you are not dumb. There are those of us who are unable to acquire intelligence. I don’t know what else to say. I hope you have an awesome rest of your life. And may greatness reach you.
Some days I wish I was “dumb” because being hyper-aware is a burden unto itself. It’s like smelling the possibility of a banquet behind a door that will always be locked to you.
…The possibility to have lived a great life and to have accomplished great things, but I was born in the wrong country, wrong class, etc…
Thank you for the wish that the rest of my life is somehow better, no matter how brief it may be.
Life has it’s ups and downs , for many of us it seems to be always down , no respite even if you work work work yourself to death , the MAN always wants more . People work longer hours for the same pay because it is expected , want a pay raise then drop on your knees . You are certainly not alone in your thoughts , remember 2008 crash and so many lost everything and the wealthy increased their wealth . At the end of the day you make your decision, but I would say don’t let the bastards grind you down , don’t give them the satisfaction of your demise .
There are a lot of good decent people out there in the world , if you are polite and engaging then people will be drawn to you . Travel changes your perception of life , it’s the journey not the destination!
I truly wish you well in your endeavors, take care
I remember the 2008 crash intimately, it tanked my small business. It was a business I started so I could escape wage slavery, but I quickly ran into the limitations of my station in this world, and the economy crashing just put a swift and brutal end to what I tried to do. I picked myself up to try again, only to have a business partner screw me out of my savings.
Where are the decent people? People I thought I knew have really shown their true colors over the years. I’m to a point I no longer trust what people say or do, too many times I’ve seen them flip. Are the decent people on an island somewhere? In a secluded valley in some wilderness? Tell me and I will walk, crawl, hitchhike and swim to get to them so I can live out the remainder of my life in some semblance of peace.
Thank you for your well wishes.
My heart aches for you, fallowearth. This is a cruel, twisted world and I wish you and others never had to endure the sick prejudice of society. You are eloquent and strong and I wish I had words to sooth you. Hugs.
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In deed, this is a cruel and twisted world. A living, breathing nightmare. I wish I could have had some say in whether or not I was born.