the files of nukirk

thinkspeakstress:

butteagle:

cruelestyouth:

Answer this question:

What does it mean to you to be white?

Answer honestly.

If your answer was “nothing,” then you have A LOT of reflection, critical thinking, and research to do before you ever even TRY to relate and talk to PoC.

It means my skin can burn in the sun easier, and that my skin color genes are recessive, so that with enough interracial breeding, no one will burn in the sun as easily, and btw if racism towards non-whites still exists, when our skin color disappears , then I call bullshit.

(btw the only reason whites even exist is because having black skin color was naturally disadvantageous in northern climates, due to Melanin which blocks UV light better, but with the angle of the sun making the rays not hit the earth as hard as in the south it essentially was: increased angle of the sun + black skin color = less vitamin D because they absorbed nutrients like vitamin D less than those with white skin, due to the Melanin blocking the UV rays more, which have vitamin D.

Theory: you can call all this bullshit

 Or it might have to do with breeding with Neanderthals that existed in Europe, because come on they were hairy, and lighter skinned and what race besides white has that much hair on their body? (and you don’t see any other continent such as the americas and asia with people in the colder environments turning white)  seriously tell me, learning about things like this is fun, and it modifies my theories. )

P.S. if this is a true theory, then technically non-whites are MORE human than whites
*ahem* I’m looking at you white  supremacists I used SCIENCE to prove you wrong and even reverse your theory to make it towards you,
wait that means I’M less human welp IDGAF 

*standing by and half expecting hate*

…Wow. Go sit down somewhere.

So, you went the science route? REALLY? I can go the science route too…

When I’m born I’m black,
when I grow up I’m black,
when I’m in the sun I’m black,
when I get angry, I’m black,
when I’m sick I’m black,
when I die I’m black,

and you…

when you’re born you’re pink,
when you grow up you’re white,
when you’re in the the sun, you’re brown
when you get angry, you’re red
when you’re cold you’re gray,
when you’re sick you’re blue,
when you die you’re green and you dare call me colored!