I’ve been escalated. Pushed to the top of the agenda. The grift left put on their socks, sounded the alarm and helped the racists get me suspended from Twitter. Last night, white liberals celebrated my exit with drinks while I sat with the truth and the lessons I’ve learned over the past couple of months. Most of this I knew. Passed down by Black academics, writers and activists past and present. Through my experiences in the corporate world where white women jostle for a position alongside the white hetero patriarchy. From school and university. I knew this, but I’m still taken back by the fervour with which white women will uphold white supremacy and the danger they expose us to in the process.
#SocialistSunday continues unmoved by the grotesque racism that's been ripping through the left for 6 weeks now. Socialist Twitter is a numbers game, each follower gained is an ounce of credibility for the user, an army to protect them from critique or condemnation.
They're afraid. With every passing week, their attempts to silence me become more desperate, outrageous and obvious. They're panicking. Escalating their attacks, involving more prominent figures and revealing that there's something much bigger at stake than the reputations of a few liberals. These white figureheads of antifascism are bound to something that prevents them from speaking out about the heinous racism, ableism and homophobia coming from a camp that they stuck their necks out to protect.
Another week, another deluge of online racism coming from the left. Supposed allies and antiracists #ResistingHate have spewed so much racism that Tommy Robinson is rethinking his entire career and the sound of party poppers were heard coming from the grave of Enoch Powell.
Russian dolls cos you take down one Twitter racist and then another and another come crawling out of their guts. How did I get here? Well it started with a horrible right-wing, beer swilling swine called Jamie Kay who was posing as a socialist in a bid to increase his following. Myself and others highlighted a number of racist Tweets he made and made a ton of enemies. Liberals… That’s what I thought, but the last week has proven that there’s something fouler at play than I ever imagined. This isn’t liberalism. This is right wing infiltration of socialist circles. A sinister, strategic campaign that I’m guessing is designed to keep the Twitter left in a constant state of turmoil, infighting and mistrust.
It’s been a royally racist week on normal island as the flag shagging patriots lose their entire shit over the death of the crowned prince of prejudice Phillip Mountbatten. Waving the doctored racism report in our faces, casual and committed racists alike have come out in force to remind us that we are the real racists and we can fucking well leave if we don’t like how they and their aristocratic betters treat us.
#SocialistSundays was born out of the collective grief of socialists following Corbyn’s electoral defeat and their fears of a Tory Brexit. It was a rallying cry for socialists to unite, to fight the rising fascism stirred up by the Tories and their right-wing media buddies. Sadly #SocialistSundays has been infiltrated by the far right and the biggest offender is a faux socialist Jamie Kay.
Many groups face oppression in the UK, but today I am talking about the relationship between the Black community and our friends who are also easily identified by the colour of our skin. Those who firmly believe we should be united against racism based upon our similar hues. We can, but much needs to change.
It’s 2020. A teenager locked down in a Covid ridden halls of residence posts a picture of a measly croissant provided by the uni for breakfast. “At 18, my uncle was running up a beach at Normandy, avoiding mortar fire,” a random gammon scolds, disgusted by the young woman’s brazen request for nourishment. (Continue...)
At 7’ 6” Ella Williams cuts a striking figure in black and white photographs, poised and dignified in Edwardian dress. Reserving herself a place in Black British history, a reminder that we were here before the Windrush. For a moment she’s just a woman about town and then you remember. The lives of Black people in British antiquity are always bound within stories of exploitation and oppression. This statuesque African queen did not escape that legacy. (Continue...)