To the white folx out here, always reminding us that you’re our allies: you can stop now. In case no one took the time to let you know this tiny detail, let me tell you now: WE KNOW OUR ALLIES BY WHAT THEY DO, NOT BY WHAT THEY SAY.
Don’t do this work looking your invitation to a barbecue, cookout, fiesta, luau, blengur or any variation thereof. WE WILL NOT BE HANDING OUT GOLD STARS AND TROPHIES TO OUR MOST “WOKE” WHITE SAVIORS.
If you do this work, let it be because you know the difference between right and wrong, because you care about the people, because justice is greater than egos and accolades.
If you do this work and you are genuine, then know that we see you. We might not show it, but you haven’t gone unnoticed.
But for everyone else with their #BLM signs, #DACA swag, and #pussyhats doing the work to prove they’re “woke” & progressive while centering themselves in struggles that aren’t their own and embodying the #NotAllWhitePeople hashtag: Bruh, you can stop now.
I think my dad explained it to me the best: YOU DON’T PROVE YOUR HUMILITY BY TELLING EVERYONE AROUND YOU THAT YOU’RE HUMBLE.
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In lieu of creating a whole new account/blog documenting the anti-Micronesian hate I see online, I’ve decided to just make a thread of it. I encourage everyone to read through it, share their own, contribute, and RT. Will be using the hashtag #BeingMicronesian with this thread.
Here’s my previous pinned thread about some of the anti-Micronesian hate I’d recently seen in a #StolenStuffHawaii post.
1: A thread about the older people in our lives and what they’re capable of, thanks to my amazing parents and in honor of #Pride month. ❤️ This is also the first time I’ve shared my full #ComingOut story. 🌈 (P.S. They’re also @islandirie’s parents! 😊)
2: When I was 8 y/o, I was watching [early] Oprah with my dad. Her guests were middle-aged women who identified as lesbians. I’d never heard that word before, so I asked him: “Papa, what’s a lesbian?”
3: My dad looked a bit alarmed but quickly said “Hush, that’s a bad word. It’s not for kids to use. Don’t say it again, okay?” And trusting my dad, it didn’t come up again. Not for a LONG time.