Enji Husband finds himself a Tibetan “oriental bride” who also doubles as slave?

Is this fo’real? I would have no problem if someone offered to kick this (probably ugly) white douch’s ass.

Usually I don’t print this sort of stuff because my blog isn’t really that kind of a space, but this story reads like something most Tibetans especially in Tibet and Dharamsala should be aware of, especially for Tibetan women. 

Submitted by Anon: 

ATG,

I’m writing to you about a personal situation i’ve been dealing with involving a tibetan friend who’s a victim of domestic violence and having her child taken away from her by her inji husband. I’m writing because we are desperate for help, in need of support, and fucking furious.
My friend Yeshe met this Inji man in Tibet. He got her pregnant, they got married, he brought her to the USA.  Not long after, he became severely verbally abusive and moved into physical abuse soon after.   He would complain that he did all these things to bring her to the USA but she did nothing for him, expecting her to be his ‘oriental bride’ and doing all the housework.  He forced her to sign bullshit documents (which he claimed were translated into Tibetan for her, but the Tibetan witnesses present were not able to adequately translate it) giving him custody of the child and forcing her to pay child support. These documents mean NOTHING, but Yeshe didn’t know enough about US law to do anything.  The freeloader then sent her to New York to earn money for HIM while he sits at home doing nothing.  Later, when they met again, he got extremely violent, hitting and strangling her while their toddler son looked on, leaving huge bruises on her throat. Yeshe was convinced she was going to die, and as anyone with experience in domestic violence knows, strangulation is only a few seconds away from murder. After the strangulation, when she ran to the police to get away from him, he took their child away and fled out of the state.  
For a year he hasn’t let her see their child. He won’t even tell her where they are.  She once flew to Florida to see her son, when she called her husband he checked with the staff where they were supposed to meet, heard that she was with a middle-aged man (a friend who joined her there for support) and accused her of infidelity and refused to allow her to see their son. He even threatened violence. 
This man, who calls himself a Tibet supporter and claims to have been helping Tibetans in Tibet, is nothing more than an abusive freeloader who psychologically, verbally and physically abuses his wife for not being his little slave in the home and doing all the housework. When he contacted the Tibetan community in my area looking for a place to live with Yeshe a few years ago he wrote “ I spent a good part of my energy on helping tibetans attain knowledge to become better equipped to work and support their families”.  All this coming from a man who forces the wife that he strangled to pay money to him and not let her see her toddler son.  Worse yet, somehow or another he’s hired a hotshot lawyer to fight for full custody and for her to pay child support, while Yeshe is scraping by on the meager salary that an immigrant with limited English can earn.  
I know you don’t usually do this sort of thing, but we’re asking for help to raise money for Yeshe’s legal fees so that she can get her son away from this man.  

CTA’s response to China ends up being one to private Tibetan bloggers instead

A reader recently pointed me to this recent “reply” to the Chinese government by the CTA (Central Tibetan Administration) in regards to the accusations by the Chinese government on CTA for “encouraging self-immolations in Tibet.”

Sure, a response is a good move but when I read the actual response, I’m afraid it falls short of anything concrete. They could’ve used it to talk more about how the PRC is using this tactic to manipulate international press into taking the spot-light off PRC itself into how they’re to blame in the recent situations inside. They could’ve chosen this as a way to talk more about China’s policies targeting the families and friends of the immolators in Tibet.

Instead, CTA, by way of Dickyi Choeyang (Dickyi La, I’m slowly loosing faith in you) is again wasting time telling private Tibetan bloggers what they should and should not be writing on their own PRIVATE blogs. First the blog driftsdrafts on Free Tibet campaign (the post is now removed) and now a blogger in France. 

Here’s a clue, it looks bad when you try to tell other Tibetans what they should or should not be thinking, feeling, or expressing. Thats what the PRC is there fore in Tibet. 

His blog reflects his personal opinion (No shit, REALLY!). “Such writings are irresponsible and unnecessarily give excuses to the Chinese government to resort to the blame game and shirk its responsibility for the root causes leading to self-immolations,” stated Kalon Dicki Chhoyang of the Department of Information & International Relations of CTA.
  

First you state the obvious by saying that the blogger is writing about his own personal thoughts, then you contradict yourself by telling the blogger what he should not be doing while forgetting to put your governmental authority into prospective.

You are a government official, not a private person with a private opinion on a private blog. You represent the Central Tibetan Administration and so the AUTHORITY. So WTF CTA?

Don’t you guys have bigger fishes to fry? Please? 

overlookingtibet: dangerousmaybe: overlookingtibet: tsukawakiemi: “Freedom for Tibet. Be Free. Be Proud of who You are. Be liberate from suffering.” - Pema Tsogyal In other news, here is an image of a non-Tibetan who thinks she’s a dakini. Hey, at least she’s got the aluminium foil, although methinks she isn’t using it the way she should be… Can somebody please explain this to me? I keep WTF-ing and it’s causing major suffering that I cannot “be liberate” from… #dontmakemegoogleit #fear #help #sideeye I think this person is a non-native English speaker. I didn’t even notice the grammar, honestly—there’s way too much other WTF-ing going on with her whole “neo dakini” and “neo geisha” crap. She’s popped up a few times on the tibet tag and I’ve always just chuckled and kept scrolling, but this seems really gross, how appropriating it is. Well hello hot mess. Is it just me or does it look like this fake Dakini’s aluminum foil is uneven? 
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overlookingtibet:

dangerousmaybe:

overlookingtibet:

tsukawakiemi:

“Freedom for Tibet.

Be Free.

Be Proud of who You are.

Be liberate from suffering.” - Pema Tsogyal

In other news, here is an image of a non-Tibetan who thinks she’s a dakini.

Hey, at least she’s got the aluminium foil, although methinks she isn’t using it the way she should be…

Can somebody please explain this to me? I keep WTF-ing and it’s causing major suffering that I cannot “be liberate” from… #dontmakemegoogleit #fear #help #sideeye

I think this person is a non-native English speaker. I didn’t even notice the grammar, honestly—there’s way too much other WTF-ing going on with her whole “neo dakini” and “neo geisha” crap. She’s popped up a few times on the tibet tag and I’ve always just chuckled and kept scrolling, but this seems really gross, how appropriating it is.

Well hello hot mess.

Is it just me or does it look like this fake Dakini’s aluminum foil is uneven? 

(via overlookingtibet)

Source: singingdakini

UNFFT came aknocking

We from UNFFT demand you to remove the post about our organisation and Ling Lamo Katic.
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And now, some words from our lawyers:

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The UNFFT team 

Last I checked, this is a PRIVATE personal BLOG. It’s called FREEDOME OF SPEECH. As far as my opinions regarding Ling Lhamo especially surrounding how she handeled those senstive photos from Tibet at that time, I retain my opinion of calling her out on her sense of ownership over pictures that were sent to her for the international media NOT to use on her personal Facebook album and then REFUSE to remove them so that MEDIA could use them. I stand firm in my opinnion of how she handeled that situation. So please, be my guest. 

uglynotebook: By Steve McCurry Simply Fascinating Here’s his blog: stevemccurry.wordpress.com The minute I saw this picture this monologue played in my head: Oh beggar lady and kid, you want money? Sorry don’t want to give you anything that will encourage you to pursue this lifestyle, you have two hands, you should be working, but wait those colors, that rain, that light hitting so right at your red dress and your poorness, hold it right there. Moment captured. All I need now is to just upload it, awe audiences that will have nothing to do with you and everything to do with my skills. Sell the original to the highest bidder, write some book about my skills sometime in the future, and get rich doing it. Meanwhile, you will never see any of the proceeds I made off of the picture of your poorness that day in the rains somewhere in India. 
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uglynotebook:

By Steve McCurry

Simply Fascinating

Here’s his blog: stevemccurry.wordpress.com

The minute I saw this picture this monologue played in my head: 

Oh beggar lady and kid, you want money? Sorry don’t want to give you anything that will encourage you to pursue this lifestyle, you have two hands, you should be working, but wait those colors, that rain, that light hitting so right at your red dress and your poorness, hold it right there. Moment captured. 

All I need now is to just upload it, awe audiences that will have nothing to do with you and everything to do with my skills. Sell the original to the highest bidder, write some book about my skills sometime in the future, and get rich doing it. Meanwhile, you will never see any of the proceeds I made off of the picture of your poorness that day in the rains somewhere in India. 

The many hats of the 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet

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His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama the man himself. 
The 14th as the figure.
The 14th to the Tibetan public. 
The 14th to the International audience. 
The 14th as represented by the Tibetans.
The 14th as represented by non-Tibetans. 
The 14th as the man who has to be the public’s, Tibetan and non-Tibetan, Dalai Lama. 
The 14th to those who know him close. 
The 14th to those who know him from afar. 
The 14th as the government head. 
The 14th as a spiritual teacher. 
The 14th as non-secular. 
The 14th as secular. 
The 14th as the indestructible Avalokiteshvara. 
The 14th as a simple monk who gets tired and sick. 
The 14th as a politically savvy diplomat. 
The 14th as too politically gullible. 
The 14th as the one invoked by the ones that perished. 
The 14th as the one invoked by the living.  
The 14th as carrying the weight of all that invoke him. 
The 14th that could’ve walked away. 
The 14th that’s in too deep to get out. 
The 14th that did not. 

Chimamanda Adichie: The danger of a single story 

Catastrophes…”but there are other stories that are not about catastrophe  and it is very important, it is just as important to talk about them. I’ve always felt that it is impossible to engage properly with a place or a person without engaging with all of the stories of that place and that person. The consequence of the single story, is this, it robs people of dignity, it makes a recognition of an equal humanity difficult. It emphasizes how we are different, rather than how we are similar.” 

Oh Snitzels! And then Chupacabra decided to rear its head

The following conversation was submitted to ATG by Chupacabra. 

This conversation was submitted to this site for some time now. I was kinda not sure about making it public but I think this conversation says something important about white privilege (two words they hate) in the Tibet scene that needs to be discussed. Including Tibetans who excuse this behavior in exile by either not discussing it, ignoring it or encouraging it. 

When my friend and I looked over this conversation we both realized that the conversation was less about the drama of chupa’s then the 2 white peoples insecure unsure feelings about why all the hoopla over chupa in the first place. It was not so much about understanding what may be at issue about the anxieties these women who are concerned over the chupa are displaying, they’ve decided to turn this anxiety into a joke.

This is messed up because the 2 white people are part of a group that haven’t been culturally threatened nor have they experienced involuntary exile as Tibetans have, so regardless of the complications involved in the anxieties displayed by some of these Tibetan women over the chupa, they’ve decided to make fun of and dismiss something connected to issues that are anything but petty. What’s striking is that it is a Tibetan guy (surprise! not) who is happy to assist in this dismissal. While the Tibetan guy, who is called Spokesperson seems to be raising valid issues of over the top ethnic nationalism (‘tsampa is the best breakfast’) he ends up doing so in a way that is apologetic and deferential to his whiter and more privileged friends and their ‘over-ness’ of the question of Tibetans’ and non-Tibetans’ unequal positions when it comes to cultural politics and rights…

To be clear, the submitter has changed the names of the involved:

I saw your recent Chupa post and thought you would be interested in this conversation I saw on facebook. I changed the names of the people but the conversation had me in notches: 

The White Dude (TWD): Tibetan chupa is nice, but chupapolitik is getting a bit tiresome

The Tibetan Spokesperson (TTS): You forget to mention Chupacabra who is the worst of the lot.

TTS: On a more serious note, people who claim Tsampa is the best breakfast haven’t tried bacon & eggs or aloo paranthas for that matter.

TWD: agree, sshhhhh

The White Chick (TWC): Oh god, not again!

TTS: hahahaha

TWD: chupagate!

TWC: Chupacabra! Now that’s impressive…haven’t thought about that critter for a while

TWD: i see: this is the draw - just feed FB a chupa quote and you have 10 000 friends

TTS: I can comment on these issues deemed sensitive because I have the power of ethnic legitimacy (the purity of which was questioned by some of my brothers recently but I am Tibetan nonetheless)

TWD: i am silent

TWC: Chicks take this %$#! seriously, so back off bro…Tibetan or not, chick power kicks your ethnic ass every time

TWD: see what i started?

TWC: @#$! racist &^%!!!!

TWD: lol

TTS: hahahaha. But, I am a Tibetan man and my voice counts more. Here I thought, I lived in a beautiful patriarchal world.

TWC: enough….I must return to my white privileged cocoon

TWD: jesus

TTS: Give me your heater, woman.

TWC: ha ha

TWC: I’m going to be in so much trouble

TWD: i think so

TWD: why aren;t we talking about chupa?

TWCk: I thought we were

TWD: you have spent your voice, i need to hear authentic chupa views

TTS: Me Me Me

TWD i am going to pay for this

TWC: ok so?

TTS: Wait, are we talking about male or female chupa?

TWD: lol

TWD: female obv

TWC: what if TWD wore a chupa…how would you feel about that?

TTS: That’s sexist

TWC: I agree….%^$#@ sexist!

TWD: lol

TWC: okay….i will delete all my comments if you do…1, 2, 3!

TWD: stop!

TTS: I’ve worn a full blown chupa not more than 10 times in me life.

TWC: Is it racist to say I would like to see you in a chupa

1, 2, 3, too late…

Usually I’m all for self deprecating sarcasm, they’re my favorite but in this conversation the only person doing all the real self deprecation seems to be the Tibetan Spokesperson at his own expense on behalf of Tibetans. Brownie points! 

Here’s the section from the article Why I Don’t Want to Talk About Race that would help give more background to what I mean by how this conversation is redonculous… 

Plus, as a black person (this can be applied to any persons of color), I am called on often to speak for my “race.” I can never give an opinion without it being assumed to be that of a multitude. So when a white person asks me my opinion about an issue that can be related to race, I suspect that there is going to be a moment later when that white person is going to say, “Well, I have a black friend, Steve, who says…” And that will be the black authority on the subject.

Black people can’t talk to white people about race anymore. There’s really nothing left to say. There are libraries full of books, interviews, essays, lectures, and symposia. If people want to learn about their own country and its history, it is not incumbent on black people to talk to them about it. It is not our responsibility to educate them about it. Plus whenever white people want to talk about race, they never want to talk about themselves. There needs to be discussion among people who think of themselves as white. They need to unpack that language, that history, that social position and see what it really offers them, and what it takes away from them. As James Baldwin said, “As long as you think that you are white, there is no hope for you.”

When you went to Africa, you said “you were the minority for the first time in your life.” That’s not true. You have been the only adult in a room full of children, the only man in room full of women, the only non-incarcerated person in a jail. In America if you were a minority at a hip-hop concert in Compton, you would still have the privilege that accrues unbidden to persons designated as white, with all of the political, social, and economic access that comes with it.

What you experienced in Africa, Tom, was that the apparatus that supports the dominance of white skin was absent. It has nothing to do with being a minority someplace, you were free of the prison that is whiteness in America. You could have brought all that privilege with you and manifested it when you saw Cole with Protus, but you didn’t. Letting go of that allowed you to show Cole that he can connect with another person independent of the color of their skin.

Do you remember how Clinton was vilified for wanting to have a national conversation on race? People thought it was unnecessary, that he was a “race traitor,’” that it would lead to reparations for slavery, that it would make white people feel bad for things that were not their fault. White people don’t want to hear about race because the don’t want to be called “racists” or they cannot see how they are responsible for something they didn’t do. That report talks a lot about white privilege. It was no surprise to me that it was not widely read and discussed.

Whiteness to me is oppression. And it oppresses not just black people, but people who think it offers them something other than dominance over their fellow man. Poor white people have been sold a bill of goods that offers them white supremacy and takes away jobs and economic growth.

How Not To Be a Dick

This was too good not to repost, I was cracking up the whole time, besides, she asks readers to share so I’m sharing.  

It’s the funniest and realist shit you’ll read for a while. Although she’s talking about “How not to be a dick to your black friend” this can sooo apply to “How not to be a dick to your Tibetan friend” just insert all the black stereotypes she mentions to the Tibetan ones. 

White people who live in Tibetan areas or have just one Tibetan friend, take notes: 

 How Not To Be a Dick To Your Black Friend

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GRRRRRR…. Old black wise black lady voice: “Only trouble SistaTV’s World is White Folks…”

Why do I even have to fucking write this?

Oh yeah, because frankly, white people — Can I call you white people? We’re all post racial friends here aren’t we? — sometimes you’re dicks to your black friend.

Some of you fuck it up on purpose because you are racist bags of dicks and have nothing better to do than harass and mistreat some unsuspecting black person for no actual reason other then they have more melanin than you.

Some of you fuck it up because you are ignorant. Not just ignorant… You are BLISSFULLY ignorant. You walk around everyday microaggressively assaulting your black, brown and rainbow-colored friends and immediately freak all the way out if me or your one Asian friend whose name you can never remember asks you to consider that maybe, just maybe what you just said or did was a teeny tiny skotch bit racist.

(For example, If you are a vegan health food fanatic and you invite me over for an especially cooked for me dinner and proudly present me with a plate of fried chicken, hog maws, chittlins, greens, and candied yams, you cannot cry foul when I jump up from the table and shout, “Listen here white devil. You are a racist piece of shit. Now, Get your ass up and go get me some fucking Tupperware so I can wrap this delicious shit up and get the fuck away from your racist ass.”)

Lastly, some of you just have lived in the very white world of our racists forefathers’ design and just don’t have a clue. You genuinely love your friends of color and you value them on a human level and would never want to hurt them. Come closer, love. You’re the one I’m looking for.

So grab a pen and take notes.

I am sure there are a zillion things that I will miss on this list. This is just one black girl’s list. Any other colored girls who have experiences that I missed in this article put them in the comments.

And white people, you better read them all and share this article on Twitter or your Facebook page and like my SistaTV Facebook page and subscribe to my SistaTV YouTube channel and all that shit because you owe it to black people. Making THIS black girl a star on the internet will make up for all your stupid, stupid mistakes.

DO NOT WALK UP TO ME TO TELL ME HOW EXCITED YOU ARE ABOUT OBAMA, Gabby Douglas, Tiger Woods or whatever black person is the current media darling or villain.

If I happened to have on an Obama shirt or buttons or an image of Obama is shaved into the side of my head, it’s fine to randomly talk to me about our mutual Obama love. But if I am just randomly in the grocery store and picking out a fresh pack of edamame, do not make a beeline for me to tell me how happy you are to live in a world where a half black Muslim terrorist could rise up against the struggles of his single white mother and being raised by his white Jewish grandparents, attending the best of schools and struggling thru his ivy league education to become our first half-black president. 

How do you know I’m not a Republican? Admittedly writing made me cackle at its sheer absurdity, but there are plenty of fucked-up black people who hate themselves enough to be proud Rethuglicans! You never know! Leave me to do my shopping in peace!

Oh, and when you see me dragging my limp daughter through the cereal aisle after she’s gone dead weight on my ass cause I have refused to buy her Sugary Sugar Skanks Cereal with free Diabetes inside, this is NOT THE TIME TO exclaim… “OMG, look at how flexible she is! She’s the next Gabby Douglas for sure.”

That is a true story. It happened to me and my daughter at Target. That lady came from across the store to tell us this. And then she proceeded to tell me how it was such a blessing that white host family had saved Gabby Douglas from her poor black family.

I shit you not. I said to her “Really, Bish? Really??”

OK maybe I didn’t start like that but my eyes are very expressive so I am CERTAIN she got my drift.

I am sure she meant no actual harm. In fact, I’m certain I am now her  one black friend in her head. But come on, lady… stop that shit

Do not look at me like I am magic when I get a new hairstyle.

I understand. It is a little magical, cause A DIVA is fierce.

But it is not that confusing. I understand you want to know how I can do such fabulous things with my hair. Locks, Fros, Relaxers, Wigs, Weaves, Braids, Twists, Kinky, Curly, straight, Big hair, small hair, Teeny Weeny Afro, Big Ass AFRO no hair, long hair. I get, it black people have all kinds of hairstyles, sometimes all in the same week. 

But do not ever NO BITCH, NOT EVER, NEVER in your five dollar life randomly reach your pasty hand out to touch my glorious halo of hair because I WILL MAKE CHANGE. You need my express written consent to touch me. I am not an animal at a petting zoo. That mess is inexcusable. 

On any given morning commute:

“Oh my god! Your hair is so cute! Black girls’ hair is always so COOL? Is that a weave???“

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Admittedly… This hair is pretty magical #sistatvdidthat.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you think that is ANY of your business? Why do you think it is OK to yell that at a stranger across a crowded piss-covered red line train? Who the fuck is you?

New rule, black girls: if another woman asks you that question, reply just as loudly back, Oh My GAWD your boobs look awesome! Are those breast implants or Is that a Padded Bra?”

Do not ever, NO bitch, not ever in your life forward me a tragic black women statistic story you find on the interwebs.

Or worse yet, clip that shit out of an actual newspaper and bring it work hollering, “Ermahgerd… I had no idea what my sistas were up against.”

You are right you have no clue what sistas are up against. YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE! But 9 times out of ten, neither do those dumbfucks that wrote that article about how bleak life is for black women. I am certain that some of them experts have never actually had a real conversation with anyone much darker than George Hamilton.

Helena just wrote about the glut of gloom and doom articles specific to single women. And I commented how the articles specific to black women are even more depressing. So many of those bogus, woman-hating, racially biased studies can go eat a dick up because the purpose of them is fear mongering and why don’t you hate yourself yet, black girl?

Trust me, we get that some shit is fucked up, but every black girl I know is still going out in the world, doing the damn thing and WINNING despite what the bleak statistics and studies try to tell us.

So next time an article entitled, “For Colored Girls Who Thought They Were Happy Until The Interwebs Told Them They Were Never Not EVER Going To Be Enuf “or “ Dear Young, Single, Educated, Black Girl: Kill Yo Self Because a Team of Norwegian Experts Has Discovered You Are Undeniably Fucked and Are Destined To Be Forever ALONE,”: do NOT click forward.

Do not use me to fulfill your Mandingo fantasies.

Do NOT MotherFUCKING try me, BECKY! Look, I am all into interracial love. My husband is Jewish. My children are biracial, and my president is a halfrican.

I get it. Tasting the rainbow is fun and magically delicious. But you can have several seats if you are trying to befriend me for the sole purpose of getting some black dude to fuck or wife your self loathing ass. You shouldn’t be trying make friends of specific races solely toexpand your own personal duffel bag of dicks, Julee.

So what if you, despite having read my helpful list, you still unwittingly offend your black friend in one of the myriad ways I haven’t written about here? That’s easy. When you do something white idiot-ish and we comment on it, you learn from it or apologize and we move on with our friendship.

When I was in high school, my best friend was a vegan, animal farm freeing, dog loving, health food store working skinny blond who loved my African, steak and meat loving, dog hating, bbq rib joint working,  braid wearing, fat black me like an actual factual sister and showed me what a friend till the end means.

One day, she had just picked me up for a ride in her new super cool car. We were sooo excited!!! We were like totally going like cruising!!

But when I got in the car, she immediately changed the station to the black radio station. Not because we were always listening to Jodeci, Queen Latifah or Naughty by Nature together. Nope. She did it because I was black.

When I called her on it, she turned 50 shades of red, and said, “I’m sorry, that was fucked up.”

And she turned it back to Jakob Dylan and the Wallflowers and we sang “Three Marlenas” (that’s my song!) , with the windows down, and the whole world at our disposal because we were 16, we were best friends and soul sisters and we loved each other and we were fine.

She won’t do that again. Not just to me, but to any black person she comes in contact with. She didn’t get offended — she evaluated her behavior, deduced that in fact even though it was not her intention it was a kind of fucked up thing to do and we both moved the fuck on.

So that’s the moral of the story: Don’t be a dick to your black friend and I assure you she won’t be a dick to you.

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Admittedly…. I look a HOT MESS O’ trash in this picture but my shirt is fabulous darlings!!! 

Like I said before, I know there are dozens, hundreds, thousands, MILLIONS  of instances that I missed. So please tell me about them in the comments below. I need the laughs.

And no you cannot post “How not to be a Dick to your White Friend,” cause Nobody FUCKING CARES. And remember our agreement White People: White Guilt Abatement for comment reading and sharing on your Facebook, Twitter and the like. Spread the word; it’s only fair.