And in other news, while in an impromptu team meeting I was holding, my White employee jokingly threw out the word “nigga” in trying to make a funny. After I stared at him with silent disgust, he offered this bullshit explanation:
I’m not racist or anything so I never put the -er on nigga, but my roommate’s girlfriend got pissed when I was saying it cuz she’s Black, but I’m not a racist. I mean you know how Black people are always saying nigga this and nigga that.
I sat silently and studied him before telling him that I don’t approve of the word’s usage by any race. I explained that I understand the history of the word and that I find it repugnant and ignorant in its nature. I also explained that I used to fight (because it is worth fighting over) Blacks and others who used the word, but these days I simply remove those who use it from my presence. And, since I’m the manager, the best way to remove an employee from my presence would be….?
Anyhow, my White, “nigga” happy employee communicated that he understood my social psychological violence, as he quietly stared off into nowhere.
I say again, my people, some things are worth fighting for, and I am just plain tired of the ignorance–of being silent–of pretending that that which matters most doesn’t matter at all. I’m just sick of all of this.
…there’s gotta be some rules people!