accarahara:

Do you ever think about like the absolute level of fuckery that happened through this countries history with black people and you just can’t breath?

I feel like it comes on in waves sometimes and I sit and like dry heave and cry because I was so fortunate to be alive 150 years later than those who were not lucky at all

And my heart just it fucks feels like it’s tearing to think of how living in the south as a black man was almost a death sentence and how common it was for black bodies to swing from trees for a song to be written about it

How my great grand uncle was caught looking at a white woman and was dragged by his feet with a car until his head almost exploded

And I think about that scene from the movie where the guy went around preaching to make slaves more compliant and they knocked out their teeth to make them eat and I feel violentally sick

I won’t lie, the first time I watched that movie I didn’t let my husband touch me for the rest of the day and I sat and cried my eyes out while he watched looking absolutely helpless